Friday, September 11, 2015

Falsity

The push
The pull
The struggle to feel

The need to be seen
Spills over the edge
Drowned by tears
That no longer fall
They dried inside a scream
The one you so easily ignore

Falsity is the game
Played as a truth
But nothing is real
Except jealousy
A cowardly melody
Well overplayed
Oozing from your pores
Smothering my pleas

The push
The pull
The struggle to accept

If he wanted me
Truly wanted me
He would’ve never
    Let me go...