Pawn

I really didn’t realize how awkward it would be to substitute you After years of feelings for you it can’t evaporate With a drop of two tears and a couple misplaced calls You were gone and I was gone Locked into combat with myself and Truth Too many nights calling my best friend and asking what went wrong Another love poem gone sour with being in the back of the refrigerator for too long Sex is not freedom according to Truth Instead a shackle extending from your loins to my heart I knew it from the beginning even if it was disguised beneath a charming smile I knew you were after something because after a sweaty night our chemistry was nothing but A desperate obligation , your payment in turn for a hot tumble in my satin sheets Can it be helped that even today acid tears burn my eyes from marinating in my lies But above all I am sick of myself For letting a few passionate kisses blind me beyond all recognition I can’t be annoyed at you you received what you desired But I can only be angry with myself for being tricked Into two years worth of agony and wasted lined paper Writing about what you did can’t save me anymore I’d rather not reveal what you did henceforth I would show my weakness It was all so thoughtless That you could accuse me of exploit you for when we were happiest you had nothing Baby, nothing This is what I am to you Nothing more then that promise ring you pawned last week