I’ve made my mint from you by force feeding you fears,
you made it up to yourself by wasting my years.
The “what if’s,” “where at’s,” and questionable deeds,
self righteous as I am your good intentions are just unwatered, planted seeds.
You spun detailed, vivid plans to any and all who would listen,
but if we both worked so hard on ‘us’ why is it just my brow that glistens?
The history is our guide, our hope and a lesson used for learning,
you didn’t study, repeat offender as you set fire to your past, now burning.
Only ashes remain for me to sift through and ***** out,
you let your flame burn, ever so small - impossible to remove doubt.
Blackened, burned and now a soul too dark to leave,
the truth fought through and your intentions I couldn’t sieve.
We are now just the walking dead, “I care about you,” another lie that’s been fed.
Hold me while you hate everything that I love for,
trick my trust and lie for my lust, I can’t survive anymore.
I painted our picture with red lashes from this heart within,
I should have noticed when you cut all ties, it’s too late to try again.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
I’ve made my mint from you by force feeding you fears,
you made it up to yourself by wasting my years.
The “what if’s,” “where at’s,” and questionable deeds,
self righteous as I am your good intentions are just unwatered, planted seeds.
You spun detailed, vivid plans to any and all who would listen,
but if we both worked so hard on ‘us’ why is it just my brow that glistens?
The history is our guide, our hope and a lesson used for learning,
you didn’t study, repeat offender as you set fire to your past, now burning.
Only ashes remain for me to sift through and ***** out,
you let your flame burn, ever so small - impossible to remove doubt.
Blackened, burned and now a soul too dark to leave,
the truth fought through and your intentions I couldn’t sieve.
We are now just the walking dead, “I care about you,” another lie that’s been fed.
Hold me while you hate everything that I love for,
trick my trust and lie for my lust, I can’t survive anymore.
I painted our picture with red lashes from this heart within,
I should have noticed when you cut all ties, it’s too late to try again.
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