in the age of this new year keep me in what you refer to as guilt.

you left a wave of possibility in my soul.
you kept it under wraps and it licked my wounds of sadness with great delight.
the garden that you have ripped up in the back yard is a dying mess
of what used to be.
keep that lid closed on all that you hold dear.
taste the rim of the bitterness that holds tightly
to the reins of your mind.
keep me around in your shoulder of nothingness.
hold me up to the wind and let me blow your mind.
i am all that you once held dear in the light of this
dark patch where forgiveness gets caught in a web of lies
and turns the sweet truth sour.
im what you needed
back when you needed something.
or someone.