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 Jul 2017 Francis Rowell
Simon B
You're the cement on which I walk
and the language that I talk.
You're the chalk in the dark tunnels
and the door on which I knock.
You're my summer breeze
and my winter solstice.
You're the smile on my face
and my depression soulless.
You're an empty canvas
And I'm A broken paintbrush
You're waves crashing against the shore
and I'm an impatient surfer real bored.
You couldn't care less
and I sacrificed more.
I lost three loves to you
and I love you squared.
I love you, and it's not fair
And you're my everything anywhere.
Oh you feel pain? Took me and my love for granted and now see the error in your ways.

    I feel no remorse for you reaping what you sowed. You should have been a real one like you proclaimed instead of a complete joke.

    How badly does it sting to see me officially moved on and living abundantly? Does it crush your heart to pieces knowing had you just been true you would have been right beside me?

    God clearly had a better plan for me. Using the pain and shame you brought on me to propel me towards my destiny.

    The damaged baggage of a broken heart and unfaithful love you left me, fueled my art that  led to my healing.  

    So I guess I should thank you for all the tears you made me weep and the endless nights you wrecked my mind where I couldn't find sleep.

    Because of you I became wiser and stronger. No longer boggled down with the sadness and rage. I'm up and onward to greater things.

    And you're finally feeling the rippling effects of your deceitful love games.

— The End —