There was no moment at which I doubted you,
You stormed that fragile heart,
A lapse in communication,
A threadbare conversation,
You just wanted to be fucked.
Suspend your expectations with strings of gold,
But hold on to your tongue,
I shan't let you overrule a decision,
Your lust is becoming your religion,
There's no excuse for words in bad taste.
Gently ease the burning at your core,
Take these words as balm,
To grasp at an emotion that's hollow will leave you
alone, disgruntled and alarmed.
I'm telling you now darling -
it was never love.