Our love was a never-ending waterfall
Of endless backfiring emotions
And late nigh cry-in-the-shower
appointments.
Out time together was a toxic
Liquid waste that I continuously
Struggled to keep from slipping
Between my fingers.
My heart was used as a pincushion
For you to hold all your
Pending jagged insults.
I often found myself looking
In the mirror and thinking
"who are you?"
And the truth was… I didn’t know.
Somehow in the mess I called
"our love" the water appeared to
Boil over and seemingly
Evaporate out of our favor.
There was once a time
I believed we would be bound
as one and I thank God that you
Were merely a near miss.
And just like that…
All my fake smiles disappeared
When you did…
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