Broken and fragile as you tear my heart out of my chest, you claim to understand me yet refuse to accept me as less than my best. Regretful now of your name tattooed across my chest, feeling like Mariah but it's me that is obsessed. I wish that I could let you go, but the emptiness takes over, though my love for you still grows. The chains that bind me to you loosen with each new day, as the love that I give you is returned to me in disarray. I begin to smell the rotting as our love slowly decays. I thought I would be damaged but I am surprisingly unscathed. No longer caged, I can spread my wings and soar. I will take this opportunity to reinvent myself once more. Your neglect was only perfect for me for so long, I have managed to overcome it though, and have come out of it so strong. You tossed me aside like a broken toy, like a doll without it's arms. I refused to leave home without you until I realized you were merely a bracelet without any charms. I am much wiser now, as the sun has begun to set. I will view this as a lesson and never a regret. You changed me for the better, taught me right from wrong. Helped me stand on my own two feet until I tasted your deceit. It stung my lips and burned my eyes, hypnotizing like the devil's lullaby. You would wait until I was asleep, then creep out into the night, allowing your eyes to drink deep of sinful sights. Oblivious, no more, I refuse to be your bedded whore. Ignorance is no longer my best friend, I have managed to transcend as your words have lost all meaning, and the power to offend. I bid you adieu, as I leave you behind; I have no more time to be maligned. I walk away feeling better than ever before, my strength restored, as love don't live here anymore.
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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