You fed me the dream on a golden spoon
Empty promises of a future, of love unknown to me
Began basing my worth on your touch and the words you spoke
Sprinkling fake love on me like tacky confetti
Getting it stuck in my hair, my clothes, my heart
Until I can’t clean it off
It still clings to my skin and I scratch myself raw
Blood dripping down my legs as I try to tell myself I was delusional
That the words that fell off your tongue weren’t that deep
But it’s not fair
That you made me feel hopefully and wanted and cherished
And then disappeared when I needed you the most
Not to hear from you for weeks until it was convenient for you
The hour long conversations turned to passing comments
The gentle affection turning to meaningless *** in the back room
I turn from your muse to your toy
Because you know you’ve got me hooked and I can’t walk away from you
And I hate it
This love bomb you dropped on me without sticking around to clean up your destruction has destroyed me again
And I’m left to pick up the pieces of my heart and stick them together again haphazardly
So that maybe
Maybe
One day
I will believe someone’s promises again