I picked your sweater off my bed then I remembered how you stain me like a sweet scented perfume the stench of you presence repulsed me into a state of euphoria.
I try not to inhale you, through the fabric of each knitted memory. Each thread is a strong of things you did to me, that wrapped itself within the repeated patterns of your infidelity.
Which created a cosy false sense of security, for me to hold you up as a great authority over me.
I peek behind the sweater reading the warning of putting it in the cold cycle. Too bad you had no warning label but continuously threw me into a cold cycle of vicious verbal attacks and emotion Frisbee.
It’s time for me to add some bleach to this recipe and purge the stains of your memories, deep clean your lies and schemes and re-send the hope you once gave to me.
Angelo is a 2nd year student at Ryerson. He plans to become an actor, songwriter, poet, author, and a lawyer. Poetry is a way for him to cope with the everyday stresses of life.