The blade in my back
had your name engraved along the tip
and the grip saturated with your fingerprints
You looked into my eyes and revealed
the harm orchestrated by your hands that I
tried to conceal from anyone seeing how deep I feel
Anticipating that my pain would have already healed.
When my heart was finessed into believing
that you were the better I deserved,
You showed me where you truly desired to be;
you never cared if we were a "we".
My heart wanted you,
but your eyes only saw what you wanted to see;
that was anything that wasn't me.
The borrowed syllables that fell from your lips
I allowed you to caressed me with,
were followed by your vow of protection sealed with a kiss, and I was fooled by the treason in your wink,
written along the dotted line with invisible ink.
We both knew you signed it,
but then you ran off and split.
So your mouth just overflows with shit.
While I'm no longer expecting you to show up for me,
my heart is covered with wounds inflicted by you
that left me licking the salt you threw;
I find out nothing about you was ever true.
The hands that used to make me feel desiresd with every fingertip
ended up forcing me to resign my commitment;
in hopes that you'd convince me that you cherished my partnership.
But what used to help me breathe in
no longer seeks life from my skin
