I loved you once on purpose
just so i couldn't love you ,
so it could be easier not to love you at all.
Something promised turns into words disappearing
as they have no meaning from mouth to mouth,
your voice is in my ears to go in and out the other-
i smell your lies
as it comes out through your breath, your pores, your eyes-
starting with "ourselves" to a "you" to just an "I".
My dead love for you keeps living
when i keep shooting it to the ground
while it keeps resurrecting
and me shooting arrows wont keep it down
and this dead love keeps gaining strength to withstand my stabs;
why wont you go away?
To keep coming back
to a home vacant to your existence
to not be wanted by a place you have lost-
you keep coming back...
So I...
ignored everything in me
to..
love everything in you-
I beat my heart so you could mend it
i let you glue it back together
to carefully rip it back apart
now we no longer stand as one
we stand as two
what I was blind to see with my eyes
I felt with your lies.
Butta Love
Butta Love
