the waterfall of resentment that escapes my lips when speaking of you surprises me.
insults roll off my tongue like they'd been waiting to make an acquaintance with your name.
now the anger rolling through my body has intensified-
with the power of a tidal wave able to take out cities.
anger with which has no purpose.
you can't even hear the frustration in my voice or see the hate in my eyes.
it seems like my poems have been consumed with words i'd tell you if i had the chance-
but i don't have the chance
and you don't have a care in the world.
so the waterfall continues to escape and the insults are still rolling.
and i cant tell if it's your attention that i want-
or some closure.

i was a fool,
getting lost in the depth of your lies.
loving every word that passed your lips.
loving every moment,
as your hands found their way to my hips.
i was a fool,
to believe that there was something you wanted from me.
other than what i gave you in between the sheets.
i was a fool,
but you were the pro.
you knew your words sounded so sweet,
you knew i was at an all time low,
but still i was the fool.

runaway to somewhere beautiful,
where worries are afar.
drive to some place magical,
and just drop off my car.
smiles and sunshine,
the only two things i'll let in.
someone please just take me somewhere,
so I can be happy again.