The unpredictability of you
scares me, pushes me away
But,
that’s what you wanted
am I wrong?
Haven’t you worked this hard
to make me disappear
get lost in you
tear my soul from its core,
wasn’t that your plan?
Am I now to be concerned
forgive, move on
love as before
pretend you aren’t who you are
yet again, give you all of me?
I certainly know
the liar in you
is more worthy than your apologies
and the manipulation of your words
is more dependable than your actions.
So I’m in your head
your thoughts are wrapped around me
you miss me
you’re sorry for how you’ve behaved
you’re seeking help.
Which is truth, which is farce
I have no desire to determine either
I want only to be forgotten
I want out of this equation of
evil, toxic, poisonous love.
You have not a clue of what
the word love really means
or requires. Mine is to be
earned, not toyed with
I have no more time for your issues.
I am claimed to be known
yet the woman you believe I am
is your own fantasy, I am not her
you know no more of me
than what is known of yourself.
Cut from the same cloth
yet one is
alive in truth
and the other,
dead in spirit.
I mourn the loss of what
I wish we had, what lived in my dreams.
The reality of you
I have only one word to describe
Disillusioned.
© LRS 2011
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