White birch tree grove
Nevermind that my heart never drove so far from home
Than when I set my sights on you.
Ate eight grapes to forsake the forgiveness in your shade
Petty grandstanding bastard
Love-child-having, cutthroat stallion
Your reins are better as a gallows rope
You told me you loved me
Even though you wanted me to repeat it back reciprocal
My spirit cringed
So I said ‘nope’
And walked away
So you jerked off to the memory of my sashay
Thinking one day, I’d return
Like your messiah
The only return from me would be from your shallow grave.
Haunting the lives you’re yet to birth
On every iteration of Earth.