Alexithymia

How is green treating you, love?
I can see it in your virgin eyes,
as we sat on your bench. The lies
you fed me, fly like cloves.
Not so innocent, twisted in the grove
of your life. Fake, your cries
are silent. Crystalline cheap champagne. Goodbyes
should not hurt. I can see your insecurities.

Bombastic upon your throne,
are you afraid of what I can do?
I know things that you bemoan.
Your words etched on my skin like a tattoo
of betrayal. Revenge is appealing to the stone
I refuse to go there with you.