It has been a week since I begged for your forgiveness, you acknowledged and banished me.

Everything said and done to this points to the uncertainty of your sincerity

Perhaps as a friend pointed out that when I lifted my mask and revealed a not so shiny side of myself

you revealed the conditional love that was part of your arrangement.

Yes, the construct I had to fit into, the one where you revealed your colors

The perfect world I disrupted.

The hurt set in as I watched in horror the disassembly of our vows of unity

You said you left a trail for me to find my way back to you

It was a riddle, there were no clues

You just did as you pleased and kept the cards up your sleeve

I was lucky and there was the providence of trusting my gut

Everything you accuse me of, could be said of you

I just hold a mirror, and you do what you do

Your world I tried to fit in is small, and you take all the air left in the room

You say you are rock and roll, but I really see a conformist

Everything you construct and erect is a prop, a costume, an attempt to fit in

Every name you drop, every tune you flop, waiting for a break and afraid of mistakes

Leaves your heart barren as your womb

This was not a love to remember for long, but an entanglement to learn from forever