The Great Divide

Nothing is picture perfect

It’s always just surface

No trophy wife display

Without a word to say

No deception when

He feels an erection

No crocodile tears

Or empty promises

Fresh flowers to

Falsify fucking

Erased from

My heart

Loss of his name

Face and scent

Throw dirt on the

Casket door

Stranger in every sense

Of the word

No one is messing

With me myself or I

Not Blinded

by anyone’s

lies