A Slow And Painful Death

Stability is for the delusional kind.

You reassured me you’d change that.

Silly little thing I was — the delusional kind.

Told myself I’d tear it all down.

Be vulnerable. You made it quite inevitable.

And yet, stupidity is all you left me with.

How can lips touch the way ours did,

and not mean a single fucking thing?

Now I’ll be the first to admit —

you left me a bitter man. But what can I do?

Trust me, I’ve tried to forgive, but bloodshed tears are easier wiped than forgotten.

Karma is quite beautiful. You can kneel and pray for salvation,

but you and I both know that you’ll die from heart-driven starvation.