My rage bled all over this

wretched city

like corrosive ink

splattering on white papers

but your lips teased wonders,

breathing serenity

into my heart

— your words were a comfort

long had I never felt.

I misjudged you

for you were never a devil;

you were an angel

living in a garden of evil

with a cocaine-induced heart

reaching out for my mercy,

my affection.

But was my love suffice for our perseverance?