He wanted a trophy to hold his head high
Like the one you needed to numb the pain
He used me like a plaything
but you used me like cocaine
He quit me out of boredom
but you quit me like drug
I’m your best kept secret
Swept under the rug
No, I’m not mad like a woman who is scorned
I’m mad like a cat who’s grin is hardly formed
The twelve steps we’ve taken away from each other
That road, wraps around each other’s fingers
So all your soul mate talk just lingers
Because I was never given the luxury of repressed memories
All the words you’ve ever said swim around inside of me
You’re all the best lovers in every romance that I write
You’re all the strongest feelings that I’ve ever tried to fight
Every time I think I’ve won, that I’ve kicked this habit,
I search for my heart, and find that you still have it
About the Creator
Raine fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and five books. Writing is her main purpose.
https://linktr.ee/RaineFielder
I will NEVER use AI for anything I create.
Keep reading
More stories from Raine fielder and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.