You called me an angel,
Then ripped off my wings,
Love is a beautiful, bitter,
Funny thing.
Not understanding a thing that you say,
Not hearing me cause your pride's in the way.
Fairytale, myths, and lies you string.
You snag and tug
The stitches of me,
Releasing my wrath
Depleting my pain.
I'm tired of loving and losing this game.

It's a shame,
We met failure,
Before we began.
C. Tyler