Poem - Repent Less

Repent Less

Forgive yourself for being the worst

You have a broken stem and your petals are a mess

But not your fault, the flowers are just shop worn

You think you are stained and your peril is a stress

I can prove that secrets are a waste on me

Because the secret is I am sure I am worse

Forgive me for telling everyone

I talk to the dead and mix my dreams in with reality

I would lick a third rail in winter

My sense of theatricality comes with a thread of brutality

I talk all night to an absent audience

Nothing worth keeping, just lies worth leaving

Let us spoil every moment by discovering how this ends

We could start at the end of tracks

I am the joke people tell again and again

We cannot see the knick-knacks for the cracks

We are both a kind of horrible

In the way that makes the bad guy’s hair stand on end

I could tell you how our happily ever after is prelude to a new war

I am not your queen today

I am just a rook with delusions of value

I will give my everything to save the day

But I might not save myself

Guess I’m really just a pawn that should have taken the tiara

My head is filled with cereal in all the fakest flavors

Even reality wants to abandon me

They point out our problems with their center digits

We both have our terrors

But I will tell you what you told me

No one is as good as you and no one saves me like you do