I've met my match
They're similar to myself
Broadened shoulders
Pushed down by the weight of insecurity
And a smile burdened
With the soul of those they kiss
Insensitivity towards the other
Hurting me
With my permission
And with every graceful breath
They tell me I'm defeated
And the string soon to break
The bond we've held together
By glue
The stiffness of its glory
Compelling me to speak
Before I get distracted
By the weather
A dull dreary morning named Friday
An ex lover of mine
They visit almost every weekend
Convincing me of the hatred
I had for them
But nothing lasts and I know
The consequences of my actions
Or I pretend to
