Honestly?
No
I want you to lie
I like a lie like I like an orgasm
Ha ha that was sore-casm
Sore because I’m really sore
After everything
And I
I’ve yet to even cry
I can’t help but ask
That one word long question
That rhymes with the opposite of hello
What common sense should have had me said
But instead
I look within you
And I try
And I
I mother fucking continue
To try
But by the time I’m
The man of your life
And you want to be
My wife
It will be too late
I will meet my fate
And you’ll have to see
And wait
Was it all for lust?
Must not give a fuck
This is just my luck
You’re smart
But you’re so fucking dumb
I hope you fucking realize
There was no need
For lies or deceit
Or your
Sweet
Sweet fucking disguise
The man of your life
Is stuck with a knife
Inside a broken heart
And done
Sure you have somewhere to run
And time might just tell
It might all be all right
I already said good night
And left
With haste inside
Had taillights to chase
And a high-way
To hop on
And ride
So go ahead now
Make your bet on time
And some how find the time to
Allow
But by the date that
You finally wait for
I’ll be in such a sore state
So broken inside
And I will have died
In a lonely place
With mud on my face
From the puddle I made
Outside in the dirt
From tears…
Tears that I cried
I’ll no longer hurt
I’ll no longer be
We
Will no longer
Coincide
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