without any context, they would never make sense again.
Confusion was all around you, hurricanes followed you wherever you went,
with blind faith, I saw right past it all and still claimed you as a friend.
Eventually, it became too much to bear,
you tried to break my spirit several times and expected me not to care.
Rarely there when I needed you, where were you when I was destroyed?
Stupidly, we would always reunite, like my integrity was just a toy.
I wanted to slander you, hit you where it hurt,
worsen your tarnished reputation, and drag you through the dirt.
Instead, I chose to rise above; I know your wits are no match for my intellect.
You already lead a simple life, filled with cocaine and regret.
I thought that lightning never struck the same spot twice,
but somehow I kept getting hit, because I ignored sound advice.
You were a snake, and I was immune to your bites,
like a city of sin, you lured me in with flashing lights.
You told me what others thought of me, though you knew I was immune,
yet you continued on like a broken record, kept spinning the same played out tune.
You refused to play by the same rules you set for everyone you knew,
which is why you preyed on the insecure, like young, dumb blondes without a clue.
Nobody enjoys being the perpetual victim of domestic abuse,
not even the most naïve would be so obtuse.
Sooner or later they all smarten up and leave you in the past where you belong,
as you sit and chain-smoke your cigarettes, refusing to ever admit your wrongs.
Your apathy is no longer edgy, but you’re too dense to be anything but numb;
more vile than your violence, you should know by now that you are scum.
Count your blessings while they last, for soon you will have none.
Laugh it off though you're slowly dying on the inside now that we're over and done.
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