An Excavation

You had your tools to create this moment. Discovery our truth and bring light to darkest showing. I trusted who I wanted you to be. You gave me all the lies baby. You took my wings so you could fly baby. You teal bricks & stone hearts just to see if love is compost. You broke up to drain the one who loved you most. I trusted who I wanted you to be until I couldn’t unearth anything else. You was bad, you bruise, you a bullet to my mental health. To be an excavation, you submit insinuation, then double penetrated the art of elevation… We could’ve elevated into freedom I trusted who I wanted you to be, that was so dumb.