from her eyes
from her eyes
I'm trying to fight but the moisture is winning
streamlining the outline of my cheekbones
to wipe would be a sin against the emotion that is so free.
my heart is heavy,
feels like im breaking
the logic of this is that im stupid and dumb
i know he could never be for me, he didn't choose me
he just used me to his advantage for an open raw love
a desire of untouched passion where he could escape his honeymoon,
to the institution of an engagement that has no formal labels.
i should've asked for more been a better woman not just the average queen.
i loved him surrounded my thoughts in him, my actions of new moves included
him, because i chose him to be my king,
well at least emotionally,
verbally i hid behind mental mask,
where i opted the choice of it's nothing, we just cool,
i got this,
im in control,
he won't get the best of me again.
but once again im crying the same damn tears,
he can't listen, ears are occupied with the owner,
lips glued shut he just offers me his eyes to enchant me in a bittersweet
seduction of lies.
this should have been a casual affair of basic physicality's, not saying it's what
i wanted but i know my body needed it.
i no longer stay burden with the lie that states he loves me,
that kinetic energy flows from spirit to spirit sinister remarks that keep me
entangled in the bitter web you weave, why couldn't it all be just so simple,
where i would be imperfectly fit just for you and you for me,
i just want to learn to let go,
let the memory of him fall in the drops covering my eyelashes,
i can't keep giving what i don't have to give,
as i stand, or as it should say from the look of my knees as i fall,
it wasn't suppose to be this way.
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