You

Oh,

 

The beautiful lies

 

That you weave

 

Now hanging by a thread

 

From your web

 

Of deceit

 

Got lost in the chase

 

Just your band-aid

 

Quick fix

 

In the name

 

Of escaping

 

The life that you built

 

I know

 

You won’t give me

 

The semblance of closure

 

Kept begging

 

And pleading

 

You’d say that it’s over

 

Nothing more than a liar

 

A coward

 

And cheat

 

– I bet that she still doesn’t know about me –

 

Robbed blind

 

Of my heart

 

And you haven’t the balls

 

To finish a damn thing

 

That you start

 

Saccharine,

 

Your words for me

 

When I was what you wanted

 

Like you'd never get enough

 

And I wasn't

 

Or at least

 

Just enough

 

To be your escape

 

A sort of liminal space

 

In between destinations

 

Wish I could say thanks

 

For the memories made

 

I all but erased

 

Every remnant

 

And trace

 

Of the sins we committed

 

I’d rather forget

 

Yet,

 

Here I am staring

 

At the lines 

 

And the pages

 

Saturated, lovesick 

 

Can’t bring myself

 

To delete

 

The only proof

 

I have left

 

Of the last six

 

Or so years

 

So raise a glass

 

And say cheers

 

To fake friendship

 

And every damn broken promise

 

And the fact

 

You've no concept

 

Of what honor is

 

So go,

 

Get your fill

 

Of material wealth

 

I honestly hope

 

That it hurts you like hell

 

The moment you realize

 

I’m fresh out of chances

 

And possessions

 

Will never be the answer

 

Your idea of happiness

 

An ever-fleeting endeavor

 

And though I feel used

 

Turnabout is fair play

 

So here I am, using you

 

Nothing more than a pronoun

 

A nameless muse for my collection

 

If I do ever publish

 

Here’s to you,

 

Handsome