Oh, the aching, breaking, forsaking rakes my open and willing heart. The lies, betrayal and secrecy you performed as an art!
I could say I didn't see it coming, that love was blind, clouded my mind, kept my hammered heart drumming; but I felt it ripping, sensed it snipping me into shards from the start.
From the beginning, your fangs were dripping and sipping what you needed and more.
Pour another, and another for me. Poor me! Pour me into another, a different mother, father, lover, so I can be free.
Divide me into pieces so that my feeling decreases. Release me of this hissing, soul-missing controlling, deep abyss abysmal black, false bliss.
This forced kiss, This hug shove, A poison pill, A prison chill. I watched it from above. All, not something, is amiss...
Your lack of love hurts but doesn't kill. My own heart I shall refill. I will heal. One day again, I will feel. And this time the love will be real.
