I stepped out of your charade..
Care and concern,merely..
Performative .
The only thing you cared for was the image.
The audience has changed..
But the act remains the same.
Forever playing the victim..
Forever crying the martyr.
Still blind to the blessings..
Still deaf to the missed opportunities..
You live buried in blame..
A past built on lies.
And in one sweep..
You stole our future.
You abandoned me all those years ago.
Why did I suddenly expect more?
The love in my heart..
Blinded me to the truth of you.
One last time..
I let you pull at my heart.
I let my vision of you
Crumble.
I let the hope I carried die.
So there, in my chest…
I felt the ache of death.
You abandoned me..
When I needed you most.
My blind love survived
decades of silence..
A necessary death delayed..
When I was always..
Already dead to you.
-A
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