Everything that was good started smoking crack,
My brain mushed things up,
Put the lovely memories out of whack.
You told me you loved me,
But I neglected to notice that
Your fingers were crossed behind your back.
You told me you belonged to me,
But you ran away like a scared cat.
Perhaps you were always joking,
But it was my heart that you were choking
In between your lovely hands,
Which I can no longer stand.
Out of sight,
I'm out of your mind
While you continue to find
Someone more convenient
And I get it,
I'm not surprised that
Your heart was a prosthetic.
But I fail to comprehend
Why you even said
Those things.
I'm probably over thinking again.
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