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Friday, November 12, 2010

The next sometime soon

Hurt, betrayed—the plans we made are left now as a pile of ash in the past... Deceptive smiles when all the while, you took and took and kept on taking, knowing we wouldn’t last. Friendship lost; years that cost - a mystery of what makes you tick. For all you said, a fool misled; you never had to build me up brick by brick. How many times can you play innocent when you commit the crime over and over again? Feigning care, the warmth soaked lies – wet at the anticipation for whom you’ll next pretend... I don’t know if you ever understood me—I’m not one of your broken ones. I can’t tell if you listened to me – I could never share your opinion.
I won’t guess at what made this happen – I have no need for closure. Don’t worry baby; I’m not your victim.

Rational, thought so well – good intentions led to hell; I stand accused for not tearing you down.
Playing pained; always the same - a fraudulent act designed to get me wound. Seductive gaze; the price I paid - your loving looks for me were well-rehearsed. Cleaned me out; saved by doubt... I look at you as if you’re Queen Midas in reverse. You overestimate your attraction – rough around the edges describes you best. Beauty’s only skin deep and you’re poised on the shallow end – tired eyes and worn out breasts. You fucked me well; you fucked me bad - you fucked me up but I’m not sad; to see the truth of your mask now ripped away. You made me high; you left me dry - you cut me down but I couldn’t cry: a reciprocated look of no emotion - the same as you gave.

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