He really thinks he will make it through
without a piece of you
He really thinks he’ll get you back
without some kind of attack
but stand up and state the fact
he never gave a fuck
about your mind staying intact
He never held you close
when you were cold
instead he left the window open
and ignore he heard
the chatter of your teeth
He never wanted to see you succeed
rather watch you fail and bleed
but the blood turned to a fine wine
aged from all the pent up rage
every word putting you in a cage
and in a one way conversation
he’d declare some kind of proclamation
some thought that’d make you doubt
everything you thought was real
then watch as you dismantle
blame you for how you feel…
He never held your hand
when you crossed the street
He never even held it
after you bought dinner
or fucking massaged your feet
but he’d ask you to prepare some meat
while he sits watching the same scene
of a movie he did yesterday
cuz his brain can’t remember the plot
it can’t even hit play…
then rewind…