Rainbows Over Graveyards

I want to call you on the phone

but how do you talk to

the apparition of a concept?

I have a Ouija board

but I’m not bereaving the dead

I’m mourning the lie

that you propagated

inside of my head

my heart is broken

for a love that didn’t exist

then I tuck our babies in

and keep vigilance from the other room

how did unconditional affection 

manifest from the vindictive 

and tyrannical nature 

of her glorified vanity.

I want to be okay,

I want to feel that I’m not

indoctrinated to imbibe another lie

and succumb to this hurt

I want more than the insanity

of your insensitivity

I want my passion to match their faces

I no longer want to sleep

under a pile of proverbial dirt