He Speaks Again..

       Since day one, everyone said "He's an angel. A knight in shining armor. Don't hurt his fargile heart, it's been shattered by a two faced harlotte. He cannot take the pain of another lost love."
      So I pounced to my prey, And I sunk my teeth in ever so carefully, hoping he wouldn'd mind.

I came to find his true colors bleeding threw the water. I found him tongue deep in dispair as distain dripped from his fangs. And he smiled, it seemed. Making fun of what he had created and what he had become.

"I'm sorry. I'm the fuck up.. I hate what I am and what I've turned into"

You can keep your bullshit to yourself.

I'm done working with clay thats so watery it slips through my fingers.

"Why didn't you fight for what you wanted?"

I'd be fighting for a lost cause. I'd never have what I wanted, the sweet angel had lost HIS wings and fallen to the ground.

"I gave up. I'm weak."

I can tell by how you lounged so sweetly in the corner of my eyes, how you were so comfortable wrapped around her finger.

Well, now I'm lost, wondering where to go, who to trust and what to do.

You've left me without a trace of how to feel or anything.

Maybe you'll be blessed with me again, but not in this lifetime, boy.

I love what you made me.

And I love what you've left me.

And I've found who I need. And its not you.

<3