Vents Hidden in Verse

only heaven knows.

A/N: vent time! yay! i wanted to write but i haven't had much motivation to. then i remembered that i haven't talked much about my recent breakup on here (besides "artificial sweetener"). this is an update, a recount of everything that has happened as of recently.

written November 14th, 2020 at 10:30 p.m.

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.you recur,
almost as if you think i want it to happen.
you think we want it to happen.

it's funny how you believe
the method you are trying to use
to find your way back to me
is working.

it's funny how you have faith
that tracing my connections
will some how land you back
into my embrace.

the blood is now cold,
frozen instead of warmed.

spend your life obsessing.
your childish antics will not be upheld
for any longer.

how dare you.
to think you had the audacity
to spew a confession such as that.

i sat convulsing,
in hysterics for a minute,
so shocked, in disbelief
at the words she recounted.

synapses fired.
suddenly, all of the times
you repeatedly begged and pleaded
to be alone with her
made so much more sense.

i have made mistakes.
i would never attempt treachery
along the lines of that.

maybe your pleas needed the denial.
did it serve as a good wake up call?

so where do you go
after your session at the altar,
seeking freeing forgiveness,
has expired?

only heaven knows your place, kiddo,
but one thing is certain:
it is not in my life, or hers.