Literature
Thrive
I hate to waste more words on you
But tears dictate I must,
Your upbeat voice has bored right through
And rendered me to dust,
You know the pain that you inflict
As happily leave me derelict,
You know the pain,
You know the pain,
Smiling as my throat constricts.
I hate to waste more words on you
But damn it, I was free!
I stepped away and quickly grew
Devoid of cruelty,
Yet now you stand and stretch your hand,
Pretending that you understand,
Yet now you stand
Yet now you stand,
With webs of malice-wrought demands.
I hate to waste more words on you
But you are in my head,
At times, I see the truth - you knew!
You saw each time I bled,
While