It took me awhile to finally grasp the idea
That your promises were paper, nowhere near steel.
You'd bend them and break them with just the form of your lips
Then try to rectify them as though effortless.
Your lies were executed so alarmingly well,
It was a few years until I ran like hell.
And even though I knew I was just a pawn in your game,
The love that I felt unwillingly stayed.
It took you consistently breaking me for one thousand four hundred and sixty days,
To wake me up from my deplorable daze.
Your lips still form words but I am no longer naïve,
And I watch you toss aside the others you've aggrieved.
How bitter you must feel to have to pretend,
And have loneliness be your only true friend.