Funny… With the community of friends you had at your disposal, It became your civic duty to keep your service to me secret, As you considered me a disposable. Protecting my feelings was far from your true intentions, As I saw right through the deception, You’ve displayed through your actions as my gaze left you breathless…
Admit it. You never wanted us to end with, An early split, But, You did anyway, And, Cut me off until my mind was left suspended, Into the air while tied up by a death sentence…
I get it. I took a bad turn, But, I assumed a true lover would be there no matter how excrutiating the burn, From fires I ignited through eyes that could only see red because of how hurt, I was. Damn! Was I wrong about love. How temporary loyalty was when I’d be seen as a scrub, Worth erasing from a picture newly painted with blood, From the moment I died inside…
Yet, I still love you regardless of your spite. With open arms for you if you ever decide, To witness how beautiful my resurrection is now that I keep myself in line, Within a journal I’ll always write in, And, Use my pain as my muse besides the, Lie that was your affection…
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