my Benedict Arnold.
I should have known better.
Even Janis Joplin tried to warn me
(in an act of divine coincidence)
of all the insanity and cacophony to come.
He was my sense of adventure and
a shelter from the
frigidity of my soul.
I should have known his
love drunk devotion
was as superficial as the
depth of his capacity to love.
He dragged me to the bottom of my heart
and left me there to die.
I had nothing.
Freedom's just another word for
'Nothing left to lose'...