Hands as soft as the fragility of your ego
You compensate by making every woman whom you encounter feel disposable.
God forbid you actually show yourself
What makes you whole
Or what would feel that hole inside of you
That you desprately try to fill
with women and substances that make you ill.
Someone could be a chapter in your life while you’re a footnote in theirs. It’s nothing to feel hurt or weak about, it’s purely a projection of how they undervalued you, took you for granted, and speaks largely about their character. You are worth the world, and if you felt strongly enough for someone to make an imprint in your life, they are too emotionally inept to understand how you truly fit into theirs.
Lost in the lies
And the spark of your eyes
I failed to realize that you were never the prize
but something of my reprive and I despise the drive that led me to chase
That led me to fantasize
and to waste..
My life on hope
And when I’m finally ready to let go
Ready to be set free
You tip-toe candidly
like the gentle flicker of the flame in my heart that has died down to a kindle
with words, “We were meant to be,”
but with subtext that read
That I glazed over in the bliss of your essence
you finally fed me your attention, gave me your pressence
I’m in HEAVEN!
But not after long would it die down to neglection,
and it took me too long to realize that your love is only an infection.
I was caught in a cycle of give and take
but my heart was never yours to break
and it was my MISTAKE
for letting you in..
when deep down I knew exactly the intentions you held within.
Sometimes when it’s been so long since you’ve loved,
you figure that the highs and lows are similar to a drug,
and its a rite of passage we must all trudge through
to get to that happy ending we were meant to.
I’m over you.
Looking at you as the sun sets
Lust filled eyes and a barrel of regrets.
What I see back isn’t you
But my longing for what’s best.
I. chase. your. eyes.
As they reflect the sun setting west.