it was so sweet of you
to show up at my door
flowers in your hand
heart open, like a sore
did it take you a long while
to write me that song
to paint me a picture with sweet, unspoken words
to admit that you were wrong
do you expect me fake a smile
and listen to your lies
while your words twist red like sin
intruding the pure, white sky
i'd lie, too, and say its fine
that i really don't care..
but i can't do that you ******* fool
you hurt me all too much
i refuse to be your night time secret
i will not be your crutch
I'm moving on
and on
you know,
i hope you cry tonight
and when you call me on the phone
i'll laugh right in your ear
you ******* fool don't you see?
I'm about to disappear...
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
it was so sweet of you
to show up at my door
flowers in your hand
heart open, like a sore
did it take you a long while
to write me that song
to paint me a picture with sweet, unspoken words
to admit that you were wrong
do you expect me fake a smile
and listen to your lies
while your words twist red like sin
intruding the pure, white sky
i'd lie, too, and say its fine
that i really don't care..
but i can't do that you ******* fool
you hurt me all too much
i refuse to be your night time secret
i will not be your crutch
I'm moving on
and on
you know,
i hope you cry tonight
and when you call me on the phone
i'll laugh right in your ear
you ******* fool don't you see?
I'm about to disappear...
Love hurts everyone, this is kind of a twist, though. As the apologizing lover thinks things are okay, that the hurt one will alway come running back, ***** is growing stronger and more independent. Soon the poem shifts from a whining, pleading tone to a harsh, independent-- almost satirical tone. Soon the hurt lover has become indifferent, to the point where ***** tells the other to watch him/her disappear.. (a bit ironic)!
