writing about despair,
my horror of the gore.
but nothing is as bad.
as when you walked through that door.
waltz back into my life,
as if there was nothing wrong.
smiling your scowl,
you wrote me a song.
singing it to me,
everyone else has a smile.
but i know the truth,
that i was free of for a while.
you finish your song,
everyone begins to clap.
you stare at me, almost glaring,
and i stare right back.
they all come to congratulate you,
as i slip out the door.
hoping you won't follow,
hoping there'll be no more.
but I'm not so lucky,
you managed to get away.
now you stand before me,
with nothing to say.
i glare at you with hatred,
you just stand and smile.
you begin with your honeyed words,
which are really made with bile.
you may have won,
all those years ago.
but its different now,
for there's something you don't know.
you take a step closer,
frustrated at my defiance.
but then a shout sounds out from within the house,
and finally there is silence.
you turn around, and walk back in,
for even you have to play your part.
i turn around, and walk away,
this time you'll not break my heart.
Author notes
i dunno.
Written August 12th, 2005
