The Door is Open

She went from Sweet to shit
When sedimental affected brain fundamental
And she hates
The Flops of her baits

Zero chills and I don't Feel
The Fart of your Poke Pat
when you Dumb your Fury
To electrocute my Curry.

I still love... You indeed
But I can't cope with your insensitivity
You still an apple
in my able love Garden
Unable to process
The Progress in my Smile
As you recess in self justification.
A lame blame Game
Of who, what, when and why?

Tears did tare my year
Oh yeah but I did clear
The fear of Losing
For I had a chance to advance
Higher & declare she was dear.

Am not soothing
or smoothening
What I didn't crumbles
I can't grumble either
Neither can I fable
The rhetorics of silence
and the freedom of indoctrination
With thrill to freedom
Choice of personal narcissism
Dismay to vitalism

This shit is what sweet meant
A concoction of Humility
for none is straight
None is late
And open is the Garden....
In the vineyard of Acceptance.