Counting Steps

A C T O R

    When was it that you decided the easiest way to please me was to act with serenity? To hide behind sherades with the biggest, cruelest smile I've ever seen?

You told me what I wanted to hear and when you said the wrong thing you brushed it off without a care in the goddamn world.

You spun with elegance and fell like an avalanche. You were taking the perfect turns but your cracks shown on the ground and pulled you in like an earthquake.

So now you sit in the caverns your rupture has created, expecting me to love what you've done to the roads I created, the paths I've drawn out.

I can't erase what I've drawn in pen so stop acting as if things will morph to your violence.

You left me in a place that I thought we could crawl out of together. You fastened a safety net made of spider's silk.

You let me drown in a whirlpool of disaster that you created but you blame it on me.

But this isn't my fault. I didn't write this script I just acted on the fucking lines that were given.

And you burned them.