I am not bitter…
I am awake
Seeing things as they are.
Genuine or performative
I am not negative…
For having Truth slip my lips.
I am not all the energies I feel
Around me…
I am aware.
I see what you do not.
-A
I am not bitter…
I am awake
Seeing things as they are.
Genuine or performative
I am not negative…
For having Truth slip my lips.
I am not all the energies I feel
Around me…
I am aware.
I see what you do not.
-A
The only care was the image..
The target audience has changed.
I see the act..
Forever plying the victim and the martyr.
Its still the same..
Ignoring all the blessings…
All the missed opportunities…
Living in blaming a past built on a lie.
All our future in one sweep, stolen.
You abandoned me all those years before…
Why did I suddenly expect more?
The love in my heart blinded me of the reality of you.
One last time I let you pull at my heart…
I let the ideas I had of you…
All crumble apart.
I let my vision for you, die.
So there in my heart I had to feel the ache of death…
Abandoned by you when I needed you the most.
My blind love somehow survived the decades of time…
A necessary death, delayed…
When I was always dead to you.
-A