The Starving Artist Who Ate My Heart on a Platter

You wrote a book to spite me.

Then wonder why I won't buy it.

I feel your knives in my back.

I hear the words you say to others.

You are filled with an army of hate.

There is a reason not many like you.

Toxic negativity.

Lack of a soul.

No compassion for those around you.

And how you are only there if it works for you.

You turn friends away in need,

and tell them to fend for themselves.

You don't have time for someone else's crisis.

You don't have the heart to let someone else be the center of attention for more than five minutes.

I am an empath.

I feel your arrows.

You would rather shoot me in the heart,

then help me up.

You like me on the ground squirming.

My demise will be your party.

You are vicious,

like a scorpion ready to strike anything that moves.

Like a rattlesnake.

Like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

You find the perfect opportunity to go in for the kill.

To slit my jugular open.

Now I can't speak.

You want me to bleed to death at your hand.

but I am still able to write out my message in the sand with my fingers.

You broke my trust more than twice.

I was the fool to let you in,

and dare to give you more chances.

I should have gone with my gut feeling from the very start.

When you obsessively called the guy I was dating to try and get more information about the mystery girl he just met.

I saw your obsession and determination towards getting your own way early on.

I witnessed you going after those who you would never be able to ever call yours.

You went after my boyfriend behind my back.

You showed me once again that you were out to do me harm.

But I won that battle.

I kept my guy and you looked like a fool poking millions of holes in the walls and yelling at us for laughing.

You broke my heart into a million pieces.

You pretended to be my friend,

then turned on me because you could.

This was never about me.

It was always about you.

Once I quit shopping.

I was no longer fun to hang around.

Once I was honest about my vices,

and sought help I was the bad guy.

I really thought we were getting over the past.

I thought we had taken a step forward.

You can buy more at the thrift store than old books and shoes someone else has walked in.

You can attempt to form a friendship with someone who has harmed you in the past.

Then you took two steps back and shot me in the back when I wasn't looking.

Maybe these shopping trips really were all about the shoes,

and never about spending quality time with someone.

Your hate poisons everyone around you.

Only a doormat with bad taste in clothing,

would tolerate your behavior.

Loneliness makes one act foolish,

and purchase greedy women houses that they don't deserve.

In the shadows, you are already spitting in his face,

he is just too blind to see it.

Once your true intentions hit the surface,

what all his friends said will come to light.

You ride someone else's wave.

You are determined to work for nothing in this life.

You demand everything is handed to you on a silver platter.

Laziness becomes her.

She would rather be homeless,

than get a real job.

Give her an option

and she will give you an excuse.

I never judged her.

I only gave the advice to help better her outcomes.

I always spoke out of love.

And because of my honesty

I shall be burned at the stake.

I take nothing back.

I don't wear a mask.

And those who know me well hear the real meaning,

behind my words.

They hear me whisper "I love you and I care about you."

I want to help guide you on this journey we call life.

I hope you can help guide me too.

Everyone is working for the man these days.

It's the harsh reality of life.

Creative endeavors pay the soul,

not the wallet.

The game of the starving artist is getting old,

even when your soul is young.

The real world will eat you alive.

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