You make me seem like such a villain
Like I poured black paint on your white canvas
Like I pinched the soul out of your body
I did what I promised
Gave you the lies you asked for
Blackened my soul for your entertainment
Then why
Are you hellbent On playing
The victim
I don't say it's your fault entirely
But we both had a say
So let out the monster
That makes you
You
Cause darling this is a game that two play.
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
