Similitude

“You won’t recognize the stone” 

For every red nail you peel from me

And if the answers would have shown 

What you wanted, would you be? 

Standing in front of mosaic frames and cheapening prays 

Redeeming all your past mistakes 

“It’s a boy”

I heard from echoes cause I knew better than to go

To be forthcoming as you wished was to say “you’ll miss the throw” 

Cause if you laid on the willow half of what you spit on me

He’d hate you forevermore, he won’t forgive

But I’ll still be

Begging for the scraps, you as the rogue, took from the one 

Who placed a piece of flesh on the altar to be one 

With God 

Contingent with the part you play

Your daisies see the lighter shade 

Of phrases and caresses you never even offered 

I see the same scape

Yet you swore you’d never lament on the same ‘gem’