it's a low blow,
but what else could i have expected?
broken hearts (you shattered me),
guilt-tripped love (i can't even believe you would say something like that),
upended trust (you didn't, i want to say. but of course you did),
forced responsibility (because someone has to stand up).
now:
taken (gone).
taken (from here).
taken (forever).
capitulation
has been running toward me
for ages.
it's on top of me now.
it's a cold breath in my ear,
sending shivers and making me
want to cry.
i want to,
but i don't.
i can't?
i can.
maybe i don't want to after all.
kick her while she's down, boys, and
while you're at it stop your cryin',
your makeup's a-runnin'.
i swore i'd always love you
and so i shall.
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