Beyond the sweet
I have been these people before
The mother, the father, the unwanted daughter
the lack of your taste for me
is once again
there is nothing left
in the end.
Our step up was never conducive to any one kind of love
And it tormented me endlessly
Do you recall it?
The desperation, the indignation
I was your hollow then
And man oh man, you ripped me wildly apart
I will listen for you in the never-was
As the bridges burn
And the healing smoke caresses
Quietly you slip away
The bees are dying now
The GODS are awake
The old souls
Have risen to take their take
And your stock is down
Good tidings to you in the nevermore
Your heart has changed.
Your limbs now are your advocates.
Your eyes are wider than before, and shape of your heart; mutated.
This is the way of it.
This is the swollen demise of it.
Take care to keep your light and spread it.
Own your secrets and your heart will thank you for it.
In the long run, it matters not what others have or take from it.
It is for you now
and you will never be rid of it.