Soot stained my white shoes.
We walked an avenue of melancholia together.
When your feet became bruised
I waited by your side
as God's anguish showered
from a Heaven that was too pretty
for either of us to belong
We nurtured the ugliest parts of ourselves
finding amnesty in mutual rejection.

Eventually,
you found comfort in conformity
disposed that which made you an individual.
I discovered the meaning of "disgust".

Or should have I been proud
that you became normal.
Envy is just as disgusting
as you are.