What a weird thing to say to a statue

You cruel fool,

Singing the blues to something that is unable to understand you,

Something that was once your muse,

Before you hated her every move,

Before you realized she wasn’t the person you knew.

But today you learned you trapped the only thing you know to be true.

Standing here won’t undo the insults you spewed.

Your confessions are of no use.

You stand in front of the past you think you can renew.

You turned hurt into a structure to view.

You tell me, “I love you.”

What a weird thing to say to a statue.

You were the exception to the rule,

Turned to stone,

My dust-covered bruise.

All those insults,

Each with immense creative effort,

Each with different aspects of hurt,

Held a grudge

For as long as it was.

Go on, tell me the worst.

Spew from your mouth the most unspeakable words

Towards someone you claimed you loved,

Like you haven’t already done.

I had heard it all before.

Don’t you recall?