Lunar path to fame,
Is there someone
With whom you didn't play?
Everything was always a game when it's you.
Serious fight when it's me,
Made of betrayal and treachery,
Don't you think I wasn't in the wrong
More than half the time?
The bruises were always purple,
You stung me in circles,
And I quivered in loneliness.
The scars were never-ending,
My heart should've stopped lending
Time, you should've started spending
The real sentence instead.
Life was so boring,
When you were always ignoring,
Me, when you were going out of your
Embarrassingly ordinary ways.
Tears and mascara,
Up soon on photorama,
For everyone to see and there is no dilemma.
If purple were the bruises,
Why am I confused and--
Why, oh why, did I give you so many
Third and fourth chances?
If your knife was passed around,
Is there someone it didn't cut?
Would everything have been fine if I didn't add that "but"?
I love you more than life,
You? Not enough to not lie.
"A second chance becomes a tenth. And the tenth becomes a life sentence. Watch out."
YOU ARE READING
if my tears are fake, erase my name.
PoetryJekyll will never truly know Hyde, Just like you'll never understand why I died, Cause you're so happy, Plotting more games to pass the time. I'll find another therapist, For when I eventually lose it, And when you step into Cardiology, They'll have...
