Your love was cheap~

Like the prize in a ******* Jack box
highly anticipated but once opened
disappointment ensued.

Massive excuses and the blame game
are the only soul enhancers that enlighten
your facade which cause double vision.

Drifting over and over again into your abyss
left me exhausted for some time like you fed
off of my shine, oh bottom feeder.

Stand inside those many thoughts, many worlds,
lie, cheat and blame and I will be so clear of any
of the feces you flung my way.

Because darling…I’m not breathing for you anymore.