Lately we’ve done some growing up,
Without you I feel a little different now,
The insect that whispered in my ear is no more,
No more going through turmoil now.
Loving hurt each and every time,
It’s the only thing I knew how to do,
My love for you was like a blanket,
you could get rid of it,
Courage to love slowly faded away.
I never want this story to end,
But the pages tell of how one manipulated the other,
My love for you was like that ring
you wear on your finger,
Now I am going through the book,
to see where it all went wrong.
We kept our love in a photograph,
The memories make us human,
Giving you my all made me feel like a person,
I was enchanted by your heart,
I became a slave, having feelings for you.
Broken and betrayed was every vow in my body,
Disregarded was every Wiseman advice,
The picture that you painted on my face,
Remains there like trauma experienced in seconds,
All of it was a smoke screen,
to keep me close to your cruel intentions.
It gets easier with time that a lie.
The memories linger through the echo
of the house each night.
They replay the affection
The bed keeps reminding me.
The shattered glasses of the windows on the floor show misery of the anguish I felt.
Tried taking the easy way out going to sea to drown.
I was rescued by strangers.
Now I am telling a tale of how the matters of the heart wounded me more deeply than a knife could.
My soul has an opening of misery and pain.
Now that it’s the eve of our anniversary.
I feel claustraphobic about the whole ideal.
I cannot be helped cause it’s
psychological not physical.
The memories will not leave me alone.