You've spread the lies six feet thick
You've swallowed the emptiness, so much that you're sick
You've told him he's the only one so many times
You've started to decay in the grime
He took you in when you were broken
A heart left alone amidst the sadness
He told you he loved you, he took your hand
And you bought into his madness.
You've smiled through blind eyes
You've devoured his sickness with open arms
You've seen the emptiness inside
You've cried alone in the darkness.
He said he would always be there
Steady and able to lend a hand
He made you feel one in a million
But you're beginning to understand.
The games you've played
The bridges you've laid
Are falling on your pretty little world
Crumbling into the disease you unfurled
A scourge you've become
To your friends the most
For they trusted you, they loved you
In the fires you've begun to roast.
And I'd lend you a hand
If only to make you see
You fucked yourself sunshine
The day you left me.
Author notes
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Comments
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Perhaps you could re-title it "Sunshine," because it could certainly add to the flare of honesty the last stanza brought. Honestly, when I began reading this, I thought it was going to be another sick, heartache poem, but it wasn't that at all. It certainly is an in-your-face moment, one that makes me think a "so, ha" was following. In any case, I think this is intelligent, passionate, sarcastic, and all the other right justifiable adjectives. I don't think I can stress how much I admire the twist at the end, so I'll leave it at that. The imagery leading up to the last stanza makes so much sense after having read it. Really, really nice work.
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