Will peace- or pain- follow the resolution of a goodbye?
Be whatever you be,
What you do, do it.
Break my heart, if you wish to,
But do not proclaim it is your will-
Wherever you have set a lie,
The trap will backfire into my face,
Embarrassment my own weapon-
Whatever you write, say it
Without the lunacy of pictures
On posted-cards and fabrications;
Whatever you redeem, I will take it,
For no reason has me wide-eyed,
And my suitor you torture, cries,
Again he has been stolen from
The man you used to be.
Red and broken, no heart
But that of the china-glass,
Inner sanctum ripped out,
In the wish to be with freedom-
And hope that my peace will follow,
In the way it always has resolved,
Even in between the battles of our hearts,
The placement is a decoration
Of the man you used to be.