The Cleanse

[CRNDLSM]

So... you guys like break-up poems?  Or, as I like to call the series of fragmented phrases and and poems that spilled from myself in the aftermath, "There are so many ways to say, 'Narcissist.'"  Probably better kept in my notebook; let me know ;P.

You made yourself out to be
lush ground beneath my feet,
a place to rest,
an earthen reprieve
to my grasping through trees;   like lost in the woods until they came along?
the clearing from my dreams.   cause your dreams are a forest

But love,
liar, fool, thief;
what business have you in my dreams,
my softened thoughts,                 the softened thoughts seem only after he came along, the place he made.  The dreams were a restless forest before.
these chambers of my sleep?          

Scorched earth,                            these last four are great, burn it down move along, cleansing
smoke rising;
this is the cleansing of you
from me.

maybe a little as to how the forest turned into a reprieve, that the creator should be banished from.
I guess they're your dreams.