For Better or for Worse
You know how the air just seems to start to feel different early in the morning?
You know how the air just seems to start
to feel different early in the morning.. or
late at night? Foreign, almost?
That's sorta how my heart felt the day that
you woke up and stopped loving me
I remember the way that the sun was
shining dimly, as if muffled, and the wind
kept blowing away the things I wasn't
brave enough to say
I think I had felt myself fade away
I knew that you'd be leaving, I had always
known that eventually you'd grown tired of
the things I did that you once enjoyed
The day that it happened, your eyes melted into everyone else's, and my
expression immediately went blank
I knew that there were no combination of
words I could say, or actions I could do to
try that would get you to stay
I knew you had crossed over this
imaginary line and on the other side was
everyone that used to love me, and I've
never been able to bring anyone back
No matter how hard I try, I've never been
able to make them love me back
Instead you just remind me of my shortcomings, taint every moment
with our agonizing memories and the
awful things you did to me
So you blame your manipulation and
abuse on the people that hurt you, you
take the knife they left in your back and
you shove it into mine
And you continue to stab me more every
day and every night
But I hang on, I stitch my wounds up so
you don't have to watch me bleed, I smile
through the pain
Everyone starts to tell me I'm too good to
endure this pain, that I deserve better,
You see everyone always wants to tell you
that you deserve better when you're getting the worst
And that's what you were to me, the worst
Because you didn't just kill me, you know
that? You didn't just kill me, you took everything I was able to call mine and you
took it with you, you took it over that line
You left me gasping for air under the
pressure of your expectations, you left me
to burn alive in the fire of your broken
promises and regulations
So don't you tell people that you loved me,
don't you play the victim and lay in my
grave, because I have a scar that
counteracts every lie that you state
And people like you just don't deserve to forget, people like you don't deserve a clean slate
About the Creator
Kasey Lomax
just another 23yr old freelance writer
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