wrapped up in memory failed
years spent sending
badness and fear and changing
with sight, with extra
say I am not
perfect you say
That I wear me.
It is interesting to sleep
as peacefully as I have
even though the space between my sheets
I wrap myself up in green and drift off
not wondering who you are holding,
knowing whoever you hold
will not be embraced by any truth.
It is curious to sleep so comfortably
knowing how many lies crossed your lips,
like my body and soul knew before brain
that this wasn’t true –
As if finally I have been released from a love
that was love to me
and none to you.