Hindsight

My ribcage became a prison

When I learned your heart has teeth

Transfixed and in position

To be transposed into peace

Your love, is a religion

And your grace, just out of reach

I'd stand in the division

To understand the words you preach

My secrets line the walls

Yet you open all the windows

My insecurity crawls

As you sell your innuendos

Nothing is sacred in your hands

A free for all, who might perceive

I'm faithfully at your command

As you part what others see

Your persistent resurrection

Maintains the pain that you inflict

Spreading your sick infection

Sealing my fate the day we kissed