Anger
Those honey brown eyes
A sea of nothing but I felt so alive
But alas they pierced through my heart
Covered up all the lies
Played us both
My mind and soul
Intoxicated by his touch
I guess that’s what happens when you aren’t loved enough
Just an insecure fool
Who thought that worth lay in the hands of a man-whore
They sat back, staring in awe as he swirled and toyed with your heart like a tool
Should have known better
Should have seen through the act
Sitting here now I guess I overlooked the fact, that,
Denial is a cunning bastard
Soothing words covered up the wounds
Shielded us from the blazing hazard
Come to think of it
We should have known what was happening
Why did we ever think being manhandled was the same as passion
Tossed from hand to hand like the wind
Enough?
My love
This story is yet to begin
You let him destroy you
He had no tricks up his sleeve
You knew what he wanted
Yet you believed
“I need him. If I go, my soul won’t be at peace”
Rubbish!
Little did you know that there was a lot you couldn’t see
The sharp smell of the colorless fluid
The late nights with friends
God knows what he was doing
He never hurt you physically, though
Now that’s a different story
Sorry to cut you short
But his “friend” claimed the remnants of my glory
