How did I end up here?
Plotting schemes of revenge over
late nights and countless coffee cups?
All because I couldn’t say no one or two
or three or eight too many times,
because why not?
Because age is just a number baby,
so why not hop in my car for a ride
that you will never forget
because you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Just like I regret you.
And every kiss, every touch,
every text, every late night that I
stayed up waiting on a FaceTime call
or for you to pick up the phone
but you couldn’t because you were too drunk
and I was too irrelevant for you to care
that I cared about you.

Because you entangled my thoughts
with silver woven lies that I heard as truth,
and I wouldn’t know the difference
because I don’t know what truth sounds like
and neither do you.

So how could you be to blame?
Lying is your nature,
like spiders ensnaring insects or
lions on the hunt, you prowl.
Searching for your next victim; your next prey.
Well there she is,
primed and ready for the ****.
As once was I, for I could not run.
I was caught in the hypnosis and
lure of commitment and feeling
Until I got my wake up call
from golden, chiming bells.
I was able to see the web
in which I was caught.

And when confronting you about your
spider-like ways, you denied
even though the guilt seemed to
emit from your eyes like
an exit sign telling me to
GET OUT NOW
because I still could.
Because it wasn’t too late.
And thats how I ended up here.