there's no accounting for taste i guess
there's nothing really keeping me from releasing everything that I've held back for so many years
out of loyalty
devotion
love
in an instant it all left me
i almost don't even feel betrayed because if he wasn't ever who i thought he was
then he was never the true object of my adoration
i saw in him
myself
the crown he dared to wear
brazenly in front of me
preening and parading himself around as if I wasn't even there
robbing me blind and getting me to thank him for it
little does he know
oh how little does he really truly know
in all his vast knowledge of the reaches of reality
the boundless void of his subconscious is formidable
the golden goddess is immune to blasphemy
her existence, a rejection of perception
that which you cannot perceive
you cannot blaspheme
how quickly tenderness can be revoked
what was once caring, and soft
now lies hardened, flint-like
ready to spark
grit uniformed
and controlled
where grace once surrounded his name there is
a well of hope
that it's possible we never truly met
but simply walked past each other
on our way somewhere else
