I prayed this day would come, one in which I'd surrender to my love. I have finally succumbed, to the pleasures that tend to make me numb. I searched above and below for the promised land, and then you came along and offered me your hand. I followed you around, you often led me astray. Made me feel so petty, like I was merely made of clay. I danced when you asked and responded to your every beck and call. I was naive to assume that you would catch me if I fall. You disguised your bitterness in candy, which made it artificially sweet. Until I removed the wrapper to reveal that it was solely deceit. How long can I pretend when all I crave is revenge? To remove the smile from your face and put you back in your place. I have made you so strong, built you up from the ground. All the while you have played me out, just like a song. You forget to give thanks where they are deserved, as you unconsciously portray the image of one so calm and reserved. I see through your guise, and the part that you play. I can see the real you, each and every day. Your many personalities may seem to fool the rest, but I have known you for so long as I loved you the best. The curtains have closed, yet I'm still standing here. When I think of our future, I tremble in fear. I thought I was a man, but I am really just a mouse. How did I ever allow this stranger to enter my house? Our worlds have collided and the sun's come crashing down. My smile's been removed and now, I permanently frown. My tears have become tattooed upon my wrinkled, aging skin, and I pray that one day, I will be confident enough to stop my suffering.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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