Brown Sugared Sunflowers

2 Birds, 1 Stone

There's not much difference between the two,

Both abusing me, into loving you,

Trusting you, both were true.

Manipulating personalities,

To cover the casualties,

You both created to get me to stay.

I drift away, as far as you let me.

Cold as ice to break my might,

Flip it over to get a hot block of time.

Where everything is in a dream and Im begging for the little things.

Im craving the forbidden trends,

That you've rejected and spat on.

I've put you first in every scenario,

And you've done the same.

I can't blame you for doing you,

And only doing me when you want to.

I've broken into pieces,

In hopes that you would glue me together.

But in the misfortune of this lustful love,

You swept me up and tossed me out.

Physically and mentally damaged,

You blame my pieces on my lack of manage,

Minor cuts when you step too close,

Exaggerated excuses to leave and boast about how you've had me.

But didn't want me.

And how my mind is jumbled and crazy.

But the truth speaks with honor,

And I've become this person due to your lack of courage.