by Erin Ajello
I’ve been slaughtered and kissed
I’ve struck love and missed
Yet
you slayed me.
Stake to the heart,
High stakes falling apart.
But I thought
you would save me.
I thought you could change me,
rearrange what had gone unchanged for years.
How dare you not fix me?
How could you not perfect me?
What kind of person loves someone and stops there?
I can’t believe you were only a person when I prayed for a God.
