Was she restricted by the love
or addicted to the newness?
I'm clueless
the breastplate bares the weight of scars and bruises
why do this?
masquarade of acolades would serenade me
blatent disregard caught me off guard as she degrades me
ours was a mardi gras to her
but not one party lasts forever
i reached for sanctuary of her arms and found no shelter
filled my world with joy then shut it off like bill collectors
disconnected for nonpayment of newness by selector