falling apart in the back of your car
like i was a house of cards
a canvas painted with despair
but as always your unforgiving eyes refused to stare
you're the silent echoes in the shadows
toxic whispers, taunting, tainting every thought
a poisoned garden where doubt takes root
alive but buried in your expectations
i know i'm a solitary shape in your world of endless fitting
i know that deluding yourself into thinking that you know me like the back of your hand is the love of your life
albeit we're just strangers living under the same roof
but the "knowledge" you claim to have is misconstrued
because you're an ignorant fool
and you enjoy seeing me in agony
because you just cannot change
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
