Break Up

For her to witness my presence

Is like plucking the hairs of Death.

Just the thought of me befoul her intellect.

How can I be your medicine when

you just met a sin.

I was hoping to be more than what met the eye.

A soul of bliss that you can kiss

A timeline of heavens that utter a language of Jubilation.

Instead, I summoned custody of your suffering

Tempting agony to burn you as if the pain was disguised as lust.

Your tears vomit until it's dried.

Becoming a pandemic in a prison.

I created sickle cell.

If I love you

I should let you go.

So you would not have to suffer anymore.

Even if I suffer it be worth it to me.

To see you whole and free.

Breaking up so you can create your own legacy.