There is a place in my stomach
strong enough to take a punch
continuously from you and for you
it's the only way I feel your touch
My heart is protected and reinforced
by steel and concrete cake
Supposedly to help me survive
any time you start to break
Through my wall of strong resistance
to your consistent apathy
it is no hallucination
your stoic passivity
But you ripped the safe place in my stomach
the bars were bent long ago
and the rubble I'm left to sort through
leaves me with nothing --not one memory to show
For all of the love that I gave you
you refused it, rejected it and then
you continued your search for someone else
found in a long lost friend
Someone who dissolved your life
once upon a falling star
and never cared to learn you
or love you for who you are
Yet, you still cry those tears for her
and flippantly brush me aside
while I celebrate this bright new year as
the beginning of the end inside
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