I know I promised
I'd never write about you again
but it's five am and I am left
with this visceral feeling of
loss and anger
I use to think you stripped
Me of everything
Now I realize you didn't.
See, I forgot about the cross
The burden of love
You sentenced me to
Your name is Judas
and I will accept
the crown of thorns
and become a martyr
for ever believing that
true love existed
in your eyes
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
I know I promised
I'd never write about you again
but it's five am and I am left
with this visceral feeling of
loss and anger
I use to think you stripped
Me of everything
Now I realize you didn't.
See, I forgot about the cross
The burden of love
You sentenced me to
Your name is Judas
and I will accept
the crown of thorns
and become a martyr
for ever believing that
true love existed
in your eyes
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