How the story started, I had forgotten.
So I went back to the beginning of the book.
And then surprised, I read the same passages often.
I hadn't seen the real story between the lines
Hidden to most who can so easily overlook it.
A needle in a haystack when exposed will shine.
To saturate the fabric is to stain the cotton;
You will steal his agenda like a common crook,
Take your self gratifying hit before you reach rock bottom.
You have convinced yourself he's yours in your mind.
A relationship so distorted and blatantly unfit,
For the good of what's moral you refuse to leave it behind.
Chasing something so far where you don't belong,
Not seeing the direction where you know you should look,
And taking down casualties as you continue to forge on.
You had no right to claim this story to write all along,
A foundation so fragile under which planted feet has been shook,
But you'll pen your false name even though it's all wrong,
This story that isn't yours to own beyond this crossed line.
09.22.16
©Kerri L. Stanley
©Kerri L. Stanley
