I don't know how I survived you,
how I made it through
the tear-filled nights.
You gave me so little,
and I accepted it
because it's all I had.
I settled for contrived attention
because it was
better than nothing.
You still call me
your "sexy one",
and my body betrays me.
My heart feels
drawn towards you,
but I ignore the pull.
I remind myself of
the torment you caused,
the lies I believed.
And I turn away from you
and walk forward where
temptation can't reach me.
End Of Love
We use each other
for our ends, our means,
or recreation, but not
support or help
or stability.
.
We boast of our togetherness
for our egos and our friendships
outside the relationship, with out
care for creating inside
what is said to the outside.
.
Eventually, one of us et tired
and the hyprocisy will run dry,
lies will be for someone else,
and the quest for someone
who knows how to love
will take my hand.
.
slc