The Noose

If you knew that the only thing giving me purpose is my poetry The only thing keeping me going Is writing about you consistently... You'd probably laugh because you were more than happy and more than justified to leave me behind You simply did what you had to do You followed your truth You washed away the glue that stuck me to you... While I'm still hoping I stay stuck Because one part of me believes I deserve it and the other part is just too stubborn to untie the noose