SINNERS

You made a garden

Then sowed in spite

You lit the candles

And killed the light

You wrote our vows

In graphite lies

And signed your name

With sharpened white

A ring of smoke

Became my sight

You danced with sinners

But prayed with me

Said "trust in God"

While bruising knees

You kissed like grace

But bit too deep

You clapped for art

Then burned the piece

You made me love

My own disease

You taught me pain

Should rhyme with home

You called me yours

Then carved in bone

You crowned me king

Of silent thrones

You blessed the scars

And stole the tone

A symphony

Of dial tones

You charmed the court

With tailored lies

Confessed in lace

With bloodshot eyes

You pledged your soul

Then switched the dice

Said "everything

Comes with a price"

But mine was sold

In sacrifice

You built me bookshelves

Lined with glass

Each page I turned

Still shattered fast

You painted peace

Then split the frame

You etched your guilt

In someone's name

I blinked and then

You did the same

I swallowed fire

And sang your name

I burned for love

But took the blame

I learned that truth

Can wear a chain

You smiled wide

And called me sane

But every touch

Still spelled my shame

You kept my secrets

In a drawer

Then sold the key

To settle score

You stitched a flag

From what I bled

Then waved it high

Above my bed

And wondered why

I left instead

You said, "It's art,"

Then broke the lens

You mocked my cries

But played pretend

You called me muse

While casting lots

Hung halos high

On every rot

Then kissed my neck

To watch me clot

You called it fate

I called it trap

You took the stage

I took the slap

You nailed me up

With words that twist

You held the nail

I held the wrist

You pulled the cord

I ceased to exist

I swallowed fire

And sang your name

I burned for love

But took the blame

I learned that truth

Can wear a chain

You smiled wide

And called me sane

But every touch

Still spelled my shame

You spilled your sorrow

Onto silk

Then drank my blood

Like mother's milk

You traced my spine

To mark your kill

You said "I care,"

Then stood too still

You let me drown

And called it will

You posed me perfect

For your crime

Then wept in black

When pressed for time

You held the blade

And named it "grace"

Then left the wound

With no embrace

And painted saints

Upon your face

You spoke in riddles

Laced with ache

Each vow you made

Became a stake

You taught me hell

Could wear perfume

And love could grow

Inside a tomb

And every "yes"

Still spelled my doom

I swallowed fire

And sang your name

You watched me burn

Then left the frame

I learned that truth

Can die in vain

You smiled cold

And cursed my name

But every scar

Now sings your shame