i.
you asked me for my world--
so i spread my arms
and sighed for you...
until you became unnecessary,
like an ancient scab
not healing a sore
and so you picked yourself
away from my skin.
ii.
your grand gestures
flaked with fatigue,
to become no more than a bunch
of short-worded slicks
of fake...
and you would always take,
but never give,
so fate eventually fuelled me
empty.
iii.
you painted sunrises
on transparent curtains
that never creased
yet you ceased to love the light
between life's seams
and every time i opened my lungs
you closed my eyes
with cruelty.
iv.
you stole scenarios
and wore them as your own
and often had the audacity
to ask me
if they were a perfect fit
so i told you that jesus
had olive skin
and that she wasn't to blame
for dying as a man.
v.
you became my saviour--
my kindred spirit
and i saw myself within
your core
but cowardice curdled you
inadequate
and you failed to feel forgiveness
because you held loyalties
to your lies.
vi.
we have etched an enigma
of equilibrium,
but i swing so much higher
than the power
you pretend to possess--
honesty outweighs obesity's onus
and yet,
i've known loss
alot longer than you.
vii.
you defrocked the heart of me
and rocked my waking wants,
until you happened
upon a treasured touch
yet you don't know my miracle
and have yet
to see me shine.
viii.
you draw your own dreams
and i die divine;
yesterday...
you gave me to glory,
and so i suck my soul
away.
Gold trophy winner
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