At what point do you say stop;
Enough is enough.
This love is too rough.
I surrendered my translucent lights
to a second chance at life.
A pure, unequivocal love
was what you deserved.
When I placed my self-preservation
beneath your restoration,
used my gentle hands to heal
a heart broken two-fold too many times,
you forgot how to love right.
Forgot how to break apart selfishness, vindictiveness, forgiveness,
I will never un-love your brokenness.
Why do you continue to make me this mess
of love, hate, fire, slate.
Packaged away, compartmentalized,
I will never un-love your hate;
or the loss of a fate,
stained with mistrust and mistakes.
I will never un-love the break
of glass spreading pieces of our faith
across my living room floor.
I will never un-love your face,
or your haste in jumping to conclusions,
jumping to judgments just because
your mind has no time to waste.
I will never un-love this place,
that once was a home now it’s just
traces of your past;
mixed in together,
left behind to waste,
because your pride
was bigger than our love.
Make no mistakes.