And then I thought you were actually serious this time.
Your usage of words and sweet caresses realed me in and I was hooked once again.
I was held captive in your arms whenever you wrapped yourself around me
and was instantly paralized every time I stared into your eyes.
You left me without a single goodbye and I'm left wondering if it was
something I said or did. Perhaps it was something I didn't say or do.
I was never good with speaking out loud, and my shyness has always kept
me from showing exactly what I want to show.
They way you've gone has caused a cold front to move into all places of
my heart. I already believed everything ever said about love was a lie, and I'm
not quite sure why I thought you would be any different. I drank the poison
spoken from your lips without question and now I'm left laying on my
bed and listening to songs that would make me hate you while my
insides rot with the toxins you poured into me.
I never quite got back up from the first time I fell for you, so I've been sitting
on the ground ever since. You leaving has caused me to completely numb myself
from so much pain that it's almost impossible for me to feel anything else.
I promise to get myself back up all on my own without any help, all the
while I reject anyone who tells me it's okay to accept a helping hand.
I hope you're happy with what you have left me to become.
And of course you'll be happy. I was just someone to help you out
with your boredom.
I'm glad I could keep you entertained.
the1975*