Troubled, in my thoughts and dreams
In what I deemed to be everlasting
with your embrace
I tear it in pieces
At the sight of you
What you make me do is crumble
Cherish you, I once did
Now, to glance at you
I must humble
myself
Throwing out your four-letter word
like it had some value
But only now
Now that by heart bleeds and my soul gasps,
trying to catch its breath
That it's only use was for dimmer lights
and nights I soon won't forget
For only in pages that I've wrote in
can I see how blinded
I must have been
Adding me to your life, not making me your life
Am I nothing but an accessory?
I am not another trophy you have won
And such, you treat me as if this is my purpose
To look good and laugh a bit
Trample on my heart and leave it in bits
Is that it?
Hell hath no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned
And your four-letter word means nothing to me
I will have nothing to do with you
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
when two sets of feelings don't match in a relationship one is bound to get hurt. pain brings on anger just like you've written.
