FORTUNA
12.19.19
maybe i was too harsh, calling you an abuser like that
words have weight – after all
heavier than breathlessness in my chest cavity that
empty spot you carved in my navel
dagger eyes digging for answers
you dont know the questions too
its dark in there, darker than this black lip
this bruised cheek
you wear as a trophy
so much so a little
gas-slighting
to shine your way to some type of remorse
i digress
repentance has always been to much to ask of you
too selfish to see beyond
fires of your words
do you know what its like?
hiding the shame of my bruises from my friends
hiding the shame of incompetence at work
hiding the shame from my other lover
so yeah,
maybe i was too harsh