I made the agonizing choice to say goodbye to my past

Stories I had written completely on my own.

The pinks and blues of the mornings,

Laughter through a friends heartbroken tears,

Dimly lit sweet moments of truth,

The altruistic homes made of those who were wandering,

I used to sit under the sky

I dreamt of gazing under as kid.

Two years ago,

I had learned what infidelity meant

My hands were tied behind my back

And on their quest for passion and connection

I was already on the stake

Kerosene in his hand

a lighter in hers

The friends we had called ours turned their cheeks.

Secrets were their fuel

My demise kept them warm

I couldn’t talk without crying

My eyes spoke what my lips couldn’t

Without responses or explanations

My love had become a joke

Revelations didn’t bring solace

That’s what happens when those close

Riddle their words with phrases

Disguise turmoil with false integrity and biblical passages

Speak of redemption but at the core

Glorify their wounds

Manipulation came in different ways

Poison entering the veins

It looked like this;

I left you for another woman because

I didn’t hold my friend accountable because

I am not sorry, I am happy it happened because

I have to do this, but still want you in my life,

Because

The truth is they know,

and knew

What they were doing.

Thankfully I had a pull inside of me

A conflicted voice asking who I would I be if I stayed.

Thankfully I left my past in the hands of those who tormented me,

And not my future.

Hopefully it will be a lesson to those determined to go

Value comes from the beauty of revolutionary peace,

Unafraid to enter uncharted territories

Because

There will always be more to the story.