D O N T
you see?
It wasn’t my pathetic unrequited love.
Nor was it the vanishing of you.
It wasn’t the sorrow I felt while you faded.
Nor was it the recognition of our expiry date.
O P E N
Your eyes.
It was your kindness
It was them sweet white lies you whispered to comfort me.
To protect my feelings.
C A N T
you
see?
You wasn’t letting me down gently.
You wasn’t being noble.
You just prolonged my inevitable misery.
You let the emotion of belonging cement to then just carelessly erase it.
Please
L I S T E N
To me
That mutilated me.
That broke and wrecked me.
That made me contemplate everything.
It
S H A T T E R E D
Me
And yes my own love was the executioner
But you tossed me away
Trafficked me to the devil.
His favourite play is the mockery of
H O P E
You were just his little minion.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC
D O N T
you see?
It wasn’t my pathetic unrequited love.
Nor was it the vanishing of you.
It wasn’t the sorrow I felt while you faded.
Nor was it the recognition of our expiry date.
O P E N
Your eyes.
It was your kindness
It was them sweet white lies you whispered to comfort me.
To protect my feelings.
C A N T
you
see?
You wasn’t letting me down gently.
You wasn’t being noble.
You just prolonged my inevitable misery.
You let the emotion of belonging cement to then just carelessly erase it.
Please
L I S T E N
To me
That mutilated me.
That broke and wrecked me.
That made me contemplate everything.
It
S H A T T E R E D
Me
And yes my own love was the executioner
But you tossed me away
Trafficked me to the devil.
His favourite play is the mockery of
H O P E
You were just his little minion.
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