Oh.

You are a Bad Pig.

I didn't know. I knew, I didn't know, I knew something was wrong.

I said, Beloved, please let me fall in love
I don't believe in falling in love
In the blind psychotic projection
Of one's best on another person

And I fall in love

Like a lightening strike

And even as I fall
I know right away as I am falling
that I am projecting on what you were doing
and it isn't what I thought

I still fall
I am still falling

falling
falling

fallen

angels fall
falling angels
dreaming of all the angels
falling
and I am falling too
crying
because I am not an angel
because I do not believe in angels
because I was not raised with angels
by angels

I do believe in devils
in us all

falling for two years
asking the Beloved
why am I still falling
here with this liar?

and I catch you
lying
lusting
stealing
murdering trust
gorged

you are a Bad Pig

I promised her
as she lay dying

not to let the Bad Pig
the Bad Pigs

hurt
anyone
else