folded squares

absolution in the form detested
prone at the altar of the past
girl ever faithful
where the faithless used to tread.

i cannot see your saviour
your piped mirage and friend
i liked you better broken
when i could pretend.

when i imagined--
a measure and a tempest
a painful way to fall
my ugly take on it all.

and i could shift my anatomy
find my fear and strangle it
confine it to my deepest orifice
and lose myself in your arms
if you would only offer them...
cushion my soul with your own
and make me forget.

but i was a fool to believe
that this old scar might not still pain you
that my fickle heart could save you.