adam

am I not enough of a reason for you to stay
what kind of pure love is made that way
it’s your loyalty that’s faltered,
without being reprimanded
man down did, you miss a round
when God was giving out His halo clay?
your sin concludes the way we relate
trusting you was my mistake
solely for my soul to make

an exhibition of wishing renditions
ditched in the wilderness of omitted oblivion
like I’m nothing to your commitment,
to you’re one in a million,
something was itching, missing,
within an inch of your distance,
belittling unforgivens living on in misgivings,
regardless of whatever it is you might say,
indirect submissions in armfuls of make-believe hate,

your ambiguous decisions, weren’t made in my name.