The Best Revenge
One door closes and another one opens at least that’s what they say
I should have slammed and locked the door the night you threw me away
But here I am, left with all this heartbreak and no chance to convey
Do you think about this all as much as I do?
Because all the good times are fading and the lies are breaking through
I need to know, what did I really mean to you?
I’m losing faith in my search for any sign of caring
The blatant signs of your lack of empathy are becoming overbearing
I keep stitching myself up but it’s hard to maintain at the rate I’m tearing
I’m afraid this will be something that I just can’t bury
I’ll be stuck with the crippling weight of a deception that I can’t carry
While you flutter around easily dismissing something that to you, was momentary
I hope more than anything this poem will one day cross your path
I hope you finally realize that you’re not a victim, just a sociopath
And I pray to God you feel just as broken in the aftermath
Copyright © Brea Pond | Year Posted 2018
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