“I will put you in the ground!”

I would have put you in the ground where the first sunbeam hits in the morning; telling you hello each day from my spot up on the porch

I would have longed for the sound of your voice as I sip my coffee, my hands all blue and knotty, missing the warmth of yours

But you chose a different path, and you took all that I had, and more and more and more and more and more

Until the day you dug my grave with that gutting roar, and the plot I’d saved for you opened up beneath me in the floor

I would have put you in the ground with silent tears a-streaming, my heart just barely beating, my last act cueing up

But my loss in you was found as your rage was raw and seething, knuckles white to cease my breathing, a bare hand butcher’s grudge

We came together with two dreams and two graves; two sacred and two depraved

And you won’t stop until your name is saved, you’ll lie until your upright days are razed

But the truth don’t care and it cannot be erased, and it’s louder than your weak man’s hidden spade

It’s the trump card that’ll carry me away from earth someday, and save the plot I chose for you from your hatred and decay

You don’t get to put me down, or in, or under

Your sick’ning sweet deceptive days are numbered

No sir, you aren’t the princess or the brave knight in this film

You’re the dragon who has met his match, and you’ll fire your own kiln

I would have put you in the ground where the first sunbeam hits in the morning; telling you hello each day from my spot up on the porch

I would have longed for the sound of your voice as I sip my coffee, my hands all blue and knotty, missing the warmth of yours

But I’ll trade the faux embrace and empty years

I’ll soothe my aching heart and dry my tears

I’ll fuel my fire with the ghost of you as your legacy turns to ash

And I’ll rise again, a phoenix from a smoldering pile of trash

We came together with two dreams and two graves…two sacred and two depraved.