Hurt is all that holds me.
I choose now to release
You into the arms of
Your selfish sanctity.
My heart is not a toy,
So save your heartless games.
I don’t know how to play them,
For 'open' is my name.
I exercise my option
To shut the door on this.
Though you’ll, I’m sure, deny it,
It was more than a kiss.
All that you have done has
Represented whom
I do not want to love now.
You have painted you
In my mind as someone
Whom I could never trust.
Fuck rationalizations,
Love should supercede lust!
And all of your cold actions
Have shown your love to be
A fallible façade and
Now just a memory.
Goodbye.
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