confession

and yes, i worshipped you

i bent to kiss your scarred ankles
and held your broken body
in an attempt to make you feel
anything other than pain.

i lived for you, your breath
alone was my religion. (if i keep
you alive, then i will not die)
but my adoration you turned to
heresy.
i cannot forget
the utter despair of realizing
that the love of my life had looked me
square in my eyes
and turned her back on me.