WAVES & ECHOS

Untitled Part 7

i often have these twisted misconceptions

of what love truly is

for years i thought it was the blood stricken

stains that laced these carpets

or,

the moon light bruises that danced across my skin

for a while I even thought it was the insults and lies

followed by the twisted talk of "I love you's"

but,

all you ever wanted was control

the power to have my freedom

to take my selfish thoughts and lock them away

for your own, of course

you see 

your love is nothing more than the wasted breath

that leaves your lips.