You loved me and I couldn't be more excited.
Days went by when sleep became unnecessary
because I lived off of thoughts of you and me,
like your love was my protein.
I could feel my body growing weak,
but I ignored it's futile attempts to get me
to surrender to its demands.
You were worth breaking the rules for.
My fragility is being tested as my gaze
saw your hand in hers.
I need no explanation. I have no desire to hear you speak.
Your mistake was uncalled for.
Am I just your Tuesday whore?
Just another take-my-body, lie me down,
and move along to the next one, is that what I am?
If it's love that you feel for this old soul,
then show me what it takes to be a real man.
It's either me or her.
I'm out of here.
To see your face in such a possessive stare,
it makes me more than regret you.
I feel sorry for you. I feel bad that you think you
are worth the trouble.
You don't deserve my stain or my scars.
My cardiac debris is laying on the floor,
spread there by your swift rush of rage and ego.
See that door? I'm walking out it.
Here I am.
Today, I've never felt so alone in such a desolate jungle.
I've heard people call it the city, but I call it abandonment.
Time under depression's blue makes decision's
much harder to become my verdict.
If he comes after me with those Prince Charming eyes,
I don't know what I may do.
[but knowing me, I'll fall back into his arms
and allow myself to be lied to again]
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