If you're over me.

Time, they say is the master healer .
That with time, I will forget that you came
That you made me come
In  the morning ,dusk to dawn
They say I give it time
But just between you and me,
Its like thunder and lighting, Natural elements we have no control over,
You hurt me without trying ,
For I gave you the keys ,and a kiss to my heart,
I opened my darkest thoughts and in my most clouded moments,you walked in the rain with me,but now,

The temperature keeps rising  I hate what I feel ,
Like a jackal that hid within, you fed on my anxiety and insecurities, my anger
And one day,you turned it all on me!!
So,stop lying and crying, when you are the one that walked away ,
That spread rumours that you're over me,.we're over,
Looking back right now, the joke is on me
Hell,I didn't even realize it then.
It wasn't a rumour, it was my delayed truth ,my lie,that was a truth then,
If that's how you feel,why does your face leak now that I accepted I was never good enough,
Because hey,those aren't tears,for tears are honest and you,
I think lying is twisted in your DNA.

Why are you concerned if I am doing well,
I mean, when  I was on the internet making a fool out of myself getting the next vacation ideas,
You were at the  same place, calling love trash ,
And hello ,I loved you and I thought all millennials do that for the hype
I should have looked through the glamour,
You had a cognitive bullet directed at my delicate heart,
I didn't know,
How could I have,
I loved you,I still do.

Yesterday you said we're  a team,
For a minute I thought we were partners,
You should set me free,
I know you're over me,
Does it make you feel good,
That I sat outside every night,turned my blood into alcohol ,
Almost had you on speed dial,but for what

baby if you're over me.

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