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.
Copyright © Jeremiah Davis | Year Posted 2021
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