we used to be close,
you held my hand as i walked through paths of broken glass.
you heard my stories and my cries,
were always an ear by which i could reside and hide inside.
each time we were together,
i fell into your arms, and you protected me like a flower losing its petals.
you leaned up my chin,
asked, “can i kiss you?”
i said yes, and i melted at the sweetness i saw in your eyes.
for so long, you chased me.
i was that pretty butterfly, just out of your hands reach.
i was that balloon you let go of too soon,
making you jump up and off your feet to try to catch me.
but, you never caught me.
i guess that festered inside of you, rotting you out…
some time had gone by,
you started facing me with so many lies.
i broke down, having no one to hold my hand.
i felt completely abandoned,
dried up of all love and life i had been radiating.
you didn’t even care.
you were holding the hand of someone who i had raised.
your lies pinched their way through your teeth,
darting their ways at my eyes.
you came for blood,
you wouldn’t give in kindly, you weren’t done.
you’ve shared my home for two years,
and every time i walk past your disgraceful shape,
i feel myself become overwhelmed with hate.
i hurt, and i know you don’t care.
you lied to her, lied to me,
just to get your way, living free, so unfair.
you have been handed everything,
like you’re the prince of this shit castle.
you suck dry everything that lands into your hands.
the holes in the walls of what once was will never be repaired.
this isn’t burning bridges,
when we’re standing on the same one.
i just want to make it across alone,
but have every one of you behind me, sitting and waiting to judge.
how do you take so much,
when you know you’re giving nothing in return?
how do you sit there doing nothing,
just hiding alone in her room?
you couldn’t get to me,
so you took the one i raised almost my whole life.
the leech will always find a way,
to make you lose sight of what is right.