Slit my wrists and kiss my cheek.
Then watch me cry myself to sleep.
It's over now, all said and done.
It's over now. This game's no fun.
You were the first, you're not the last.
And now the truth is all I ask.
Did you ever love me? Did you ever care?
Was there ever sweetness to your air?
If I was wrong, you should have spoken.
Now the bonds between us--broken.
You are no good, you gave me hate.
And smiled as you watched me break.
You've hurt me bad, this pain runs deep.
And memories are all I'll keep.
The truth is out, you cannot win.
I'll never let you in again.
The trust, the secrets, all gone away.
Perhaps you will feel bad one day.
You said one thing, then did another.
Do you even feel love for your own mother?
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Your actions have caught up today.
Finally, you'll understand...
You crushed our friendship in your hands.
I hope you feel the pain from this.
I hope that you will pay for this.
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Life is Just a Melancholy Lollipop
PoetryPoetry and prose by yours truly. (Usually venting, but sometimes just feeling a little poetic.)