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