Devoted
for the women who stayed too long
You showed me green, like summer grass,
You hid the stop sign, vibrantly red as can be.
We drove past it in pure bliss,
Your rough fingers holding my silk thigh,
Your emerald eyes searching my almond gaze.
But you’re a fraud,
Every loving word just another bomb you planted,
Ready to detonate at your command.
The kind of cruelty I wouldn’t wish
Even upon the most poisonous soul
Is what you showed me.
Your love, always just out of reach,
My silk skin starving for your touch.
Never have I craved the color emerald so dearly.
I smell you where I rest.
I see you when I dream.
My rose-colored lenses,
Glued to my almond eyes,
Devoted to the bliss.
