Point at me
and pin the blame,
even after all of your selfish lies
I cared,
despite the warning signs.
The hurt is so deep in me
like how you say you feel
while you're without me...
your supposed "everything"
but what about her?
You're not the victim
Though you turn your untruths on others
and I'm the villain in the end
of this morbid fairytale tragedy.
Keep feeding me those stories
like chocolate brownies of regret and sin,
as if I'm the naive little princess
awaiting to be saved
when I can handle it myself.
Love is not an option
after the pain of rejection
saws through my already battered soul
leaving an aching heart
with no hope of a soothing reliever.
Broken tears and makeup smears never looked so beautiful...
Author notes
Okay, so I'm talking to a friend in psychology one day about all the drama that's been going on with her, and she starts crying a little bit, making her makeup smear and everything. And the title just popped out at me.
Two days later, I'm on the phone with her, and the inspiration for this just kinda explodes! So, this is actually from her point of view about things.
For you, Merbs! Love ya lots!
Written September 25th, 2006
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Wow Shwee...
I loved this...it expressed everything I knew I was feeling and things I didn't even know I felt.
It's one of your most awesome writes...thank you for listening and thank you for this write. It is beautiful.
<3 I love you <3
~Merbers~
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