A Desertion Welcomed
Please desert me disappointing feelings,
by Kristy Artmann
You churn out misery.
It twists my heart under my torso,
Like thorns pricking my skin,
Promoting the release of liquid redness.
As his lexis are but shards of lies,
When pieced together form deceit.
But no more should it disquiet me,
Let him return to his sham of a life,
And I shall carry on merrily without qualms,
Never looking back at the blackness of the mist.