Honey Glazed Poison.
I can’t stay here no more, I mustn’t delay. I gather my things and swiftly move in dismay. My tongue a tornado, twisted by the things I wish I could say. I am a mess, I’ve barley got dressed, my belt is unbuckled, as you stand in my way. This situation isn’t working and it reeks of decay, my “undying” love has become a tacky cliché. You push me back into my chair, as I tell you to behave, but your look is almost catlike, as you stare down your prey. On top of me you climb because my lap is where you stay, as I’m drawn back in to the games that you play. But I am not innocent, that is not the message I’m trying to convey. I know excactly where to touch, I know exactly what to say because my obsession with you is personal and I study you everyday. My touch is always perfect as I tell u to obey. I pick my words wisely even though I know you can’t focus on the words that I say. “If you like pushing my buttons why don’t you just unbutton them Jae.”
Broken in two. As we stood in solidarity, the tide of animosity rained through, but through and through our resilience grew. With ur hand in my hand we marched step by step, two by two. However your intentions weren’t true in actuality you just painted your vessel, it was empty and the rust had accrued. But we the few knew who would soon receive their due. As night becomes the morning, just before the dawn set the dew. With your back turned to me, you said I owe nothing to you. And off lips lined with duplicity and fragmented truth, you bid me adieu.