He sent me to a deserted island....
told me, "bae, it's paradise" - lost
and alone, i stood beneath the banyan trees
and cried my ocean.

with green eyes afixed to the dying horizon,
pink to
purple to
blue to
black
a deep blackness that seemed to swallow me....

He left me there, told me, "bae, love is just hate with a
pretty dress on"
and i questioned our foundation....
he showed me dew drops
and in my palm
was blood...s
aid to me, "bae, every rose has its thorn"
and i wondered why are his hands unmarked...
his skin intact....
he showed me that
diamonds
were just polished shards of glass...
so, i let my love for him, bleed
out
torn and scarred...on a planet
where i overlooked the sun to see his light...
where i despised the moon for impersonating his mystery...
where i wished all the stars would fall so that He could converse with God...

was it dirt...or distorted sand that kept me company...
for i Was paradise...lost
but found...
i thought of his philosophy on love
and diamonds...
and i even though i keep his smile
tucked away in a forgotten treasure chest....
i think to myself...that God created chameleons...
to teach me that hate and hypocrisy are first cousins...
and that pretty dresses and diamonds...hurt