You could have at least looked me in the eyes,
While you ripped my heart out.
Couldn't stand before me,
And break promises to my face.
Most of what we had was blind anyway,
So it makes sense you'd end it,
With your back turned.
While I begged for closure,
You piled on the pain,
And let me lie in the poison of our "love."
Hear that bitterness in your voice,
When I ask why, when I ask how,
When I ask anything, that might make you,
Have to explain yourself.
Like it's my damn fault,
Like I shouldn't have questions,
Well I do, and I don't understand,
How you took back those words,
How you can tell me never again,
Will you ever want to love me,
Will you ever want to touch me,
Like we did when we were lovers.
This clearly only makes sense to you,
Because I am utterly lost in the useless questions,
Of trying to figure you out.
It would be really nice to think our love,
Was real and genuine,
But I always thought feelings like that lasted,
So if they are so dispensable, and so meaningless,
I'm forced to even queston the last four years,
Of my Life.
Thanks. Thanks so much,
For doing the "right" thing.
So glad you can live with the "rightness,"
While I continually choke on air of "wrongness,"
That I breathe, in my life without you.