The Reformation

I used to
simply hide
what I wanted
to do
as if the truth
would hurt you
too deeply to see
I used to
simply find
what I needed
anywhere
But in your arms
But now that
I’ve let go
Of you and the sadness
the lying and madness
All that’s left
are memories
of forcing a right foot
into a left shoe
a thing a crazy person
would do….
Like I used to