actions i once found endearing

giving substance to your meretriciousness

tearing me and others

apart at the seams

scars deeper

than ever imaginable

my naivety proving pernicious

i dont hate you

i could never

branded in your name

though not with passion

but empathy

i know you too deeply

to ever admit i was wrong

only once in a while am i angry

the anger does not burn

it’s not a rage

with flames licking my arteries

it’s an ache

a yearning for you to improve

to show that i haven’t made a mistake

i feel it when i love another

a resplendent man

leaking with benignity

and for no reason but your betrayal

i cant seem to open up

your roots run deep within me

though deceased

they creep

acting as a blockade

i refuse to let myself crumble

the way i did after you