When you left

It felt like the last dregs of one smoke too many

It Was Henny on the shelf , left

since last night

It tasted like spite and anger and ripping betrayal

It yelled, how could you and,would you please, love me too?

like

Being a fool

Lost and deluded

(It felt like the memory of a heartbreak nestled in a premonition from intuition. My heart beat slipped into your reminiscing and found dollops of deceit peppering your daisy lined lawn. You were a yawn I took too often, a mistake I made well, and a well of insecurities I refused to dispel. It was sin that convinced me pain was a synonym for love

Only to find

That pain is the evidence of betrayal

Your bodies guiding light

The part of you that tears and cries, angers and flies comes from deep inside.

It’s okay to feel anger when anger has been stoked. Sadness in similar strokes. Live life like a bandit. Coming in close and morose with the banshees singing their chor’us.

Give life to the feeling of , that’s not right

Dance in your anger and light fire to the ghosts that call your name in history laden lilts

You are free to walk away from

heartache

grief

bullshit.

You

Are allowed

To exist.

-Ama rose