the immaculate quarrel

It starts with overcompensating

your own compassion going on 

walking valiantly as if your wrongdoings 

could never amount to the graciousness of

your patience until your fallacy

teeters then detonates off 

the tip of a lip 

a finger soaked in filth

and misery until you remember of your

once gallant stance 

to go on as a faceless stream and a

withered scream retasting your own confection recalling

the owed memories in defense of the fortress you must

keep enunciating the right words 

keep to the step lunge at the vulnerabilities shared

once in the calmness of the night to 

keep the fortress you have built for

i tell you it's tough to be alone

say girl what you gonna do