Day: March 6, 2018

You speak of love
as if it’s a thing to burn
a common troublemaker
sent to be noosed
your conscience wiped clean
of its existence

it is your unhappy place
full of worms and
unpaid tithes
a sermon focused on
your past from a backsliding
preacher

You send it to
fetch you a pail
of clean water, it
brings you oil instead

this is your version
of love —
the kind that I
have been running away from
since we met

Originally published on Medium via P.S. I Love You.