You say we’re in love,
you say it’s forever…a hundred years to be precise,
yet here I sit, alone with the wonder of insincerity
He says we’re in love…
or rather he said we were,
That’s in the past
Messages exchanged were dripping
with admiration and joy,
Daily reminders of love dwindled to
daily, weekly, monthly… gone
“I love you” was something I was too used to hearing,
took for granted even… and now?
you won’t even respond to a simple hello
you can’t blame me to think our love has met it’s end
When your gut is in tangles,
writhing like snakes, your tongue inundated with the bitterness of dread,
There’s a reason people say to trust your gut… and here I am,
with the unabating feeling that something’s gone terribly wrong
Many would say its emotional abuse, yet I can’t seem to notice that trend…
He’s making a game of your emotions, they say,
yet here I stay
I’ll be waiting in this silence forever,
waiting for a call that never comes…
waiting with a love that’s been forgotten
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
You say we’re in love,
you say it’s forever…a hundred years to be precise,
yet here I sit, alone with the wonder of insincerity
He says we’re in love…
or rather he said we were,
That’s in the past
Messages exchanged were dripping
with admiration and joy,
Daily reminders of love dwindled to
daily, weekly, monthly… gone
“I love you” was something I was too used to hearing,
took for granted even… and now?
you won’t even respond to a simple hello
you can’t blame me to think our love has met it’s end
When your gut is in tangles,
writhing like snakes, your tongue inundated with the bitterness of dread,
There’s a reason people say to trust your gut… and here I am,
with the unabating feeling that something’s gone terribly wrong
Many would say its emotional abuse, yet I can’t seem to notice that trend…
He’s making a game of your emotions, they say,
yet here I stay
I’ll be waiting in this silence forever,
waiting for a call that never comes…
waiting with a love that’s been forgotten
