your man performing mistakes

in the dark of a room

where many promises

were concieved

and then killed

dragged thru the mud

leaving a trail of blood

in its agonizing wake

he speaks your name

everything else is forgotten

the lights come on

and you realize the truth

of your mistake

but by then it’s too late

to redeem yourself to

those who tried to influence

you with confident kisses

and warm embraces

you have severed those

ties with your confusion

leaving their remnants pinned

to your wall

along with various photographs

and relics from the past