Don’t know if this is the right direction.
And it hurts like I’ve been here before.
Walking till there’s separation.
Between my heart and yours.
These steps have so much history.
I don’t know how I could forget.
Having me was just a game.
A trifle devil’s bet.
Possibilities of love.
Kisses laced with death.
Was haunted by a could have been.
And faced another door.
Instead of going home.
I defaulted when you wanted more.
But the fever has passed.
Thank God for time, this time.
I’m not bleeding for your attention.
And I’m not kneeling at your shrine.
Pacing by Gloria Hood – Glorious Mettle