The way you used to look into my eyes,
and sell me your lies‐
Of course, I bought them
and believed your stories,
everything spoken‐
I believed all of them
and that price, I paid with my heart‐
A vessel that could once pour,
now broken,
and scattered across the floor...
I hope you don't step on them‐
That is, for your sake.
To this day,
I cannot believe I laid down my life for a fib‐
Smoother than oil was your speech,
but if only I had a match,
then perhaps
the light from that fire would have shown me your ill-intent
and all the signs I so clearly missed‐
I won't get back any of the time which for I wish
but I hope you're forgiven, by someone...
and I hope Karma misses you on its list,
That is, for your sake.
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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