Tricky.

You think you're tricky but you're really not tricking anyone, foolish maybe because baby. you are still the foolish one.  Trapped in a maze that your denial weaved, wrapped in a web of lies caused by your own deceit and disease.  Sure, you can play house with any Tom, Dick, or Harry but at night when it's cold, and you feel lonely, it's just scary.  Traumatized by me?  No, accept fault for once, you were too weak to try me, which is why you've failed more than once.  A part of me, let's call it naive, believed that one day we could achieve serenity but those thoughts are now bereaved.  Your careless vehicle carried my heart as its passenger until the last day; right now, when I have released myself from your boughs, I am ready to throw down.  Temporary insanity brain of yours tried to tell me that you missed what was not just once, but twice already yours.  You have used up all your coupons now though, which explains why you're running around town with all those other whores.  Silly of me to think that you could ever be the one, when on my dreariest of days, I still outshone you more than the sun.  You have the nerve to come back and request that I let the birds that circle above your corpse get the best and just leave you to your death?  Done.  I am tired of playing this game for one.  Enjoy getting ravaged by savages and such, with me, you were a blessing, now you just looked cursed to the touch.