sometimesihatemycat

The one
Being I believed in
Most betrayed me
The one
Being I did not believe in
Enough I betrayed
Never again
Will I
Waive off whispers
Hissing inside me
Never again
Will I
Run from rumblings
Wrapping around me
I finished
Your bottle of snake oil
By guzzling
And filled it with venom
For sipping

-me

Photography by Brad MIller @ Monkey Haus

~ by April on September 12, 2018.

Posted in Identity, Loss, Love, Marriage, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Belief, Believe, Charm, Charmer, Divorce, Immune, Immunity, Intuition, Lies, Loss, Love, Salesman, Self, Snake, Snake oil, truth, Venom