a part of me still longs
for you.
of our calls,
of our walks.
a growing part of me
is becoming disgusted
by you.
by the lies
you told yourself,
the lies
you told to me.
by your cowardice.
that you could look me in the eyes
knowing full well
what was to come.

snakes bed with snakes.



ask yourself
why you
are the perfect match
for someone
who could hurt you
the way they do



something about that name
fills me with something
i have not felt
in a long, long time.




no man is an island
unto himself
but what of the world
that drives him
to one?


Begrudging Power

i wonder if you knew,
you know?
if you knew,
long before you told me.
you forced me to endure
weeks of silence.
could you not have spared
five minutes
to tell me the truth?
did i truly mean so little
to you?
it is the most telling piece of evidence
that i was never really your friend;
i could never have done
the same to you.
and it takes every part of me
to keep myself from hating you
but my heart roars
for justice.

i wonder if he knows.
about me.
about the things you said
against him.
probably not
because then the false sense of change
he is presenting you would come crumbling down.
i’ll let you carry that weight.
and over time,
it’ll sink and fester
and scream to be let out.
and then,
once you can no longer bear that lie
you, too,
will feel the pain you so carelessly dealt
to me.


Trustworthy Skill

who among you claims
to know better than God?
that you would put your will,
your pride,
before His?
we think we know better
and we attempt to heal,
to cure,
to prepare,
and nourish
better than the Lord himself.
you become the very thing
that keeps the people you love sick.
Allow God to do His work
by getting out of His way.


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