I cant believe you,
I cant believe the things you lie to me about to my face.
Your deformity is all in your lies,
which happen to spew out of every crevice of your unholy body in which you presume as your shell.
I can see your content smile as you look at me, thinking of how easily you had hurt me…
how easily I was to break once you consumed me. Death is a weak option as well as loving you,
the word in which you so claim to have for me is all a facade for you to get what you wish emotionally.
Once you have gotten all you can you leave them there to decay to rot in a broken world of perception’s.
No one ever prepares you for the ultimate sacrifice, the ultimate betray,
for it comes in to many forms in which to attempt to teach.
How petty you are, how sad that you resume to stand on your balcony preaching about your love for another then denying it when caught.
I know your deceptive secrets in which you hide behind those walls of privacy,
sins spill out of the confinement for all to see. To make a mockery of me…to shame my being,
my essence, you are nothing, as I am nothing, for I am used.
dedicated to my boyfriend in which I can no longer love.