Your picture lies broken and cracked on the floor.
Torn to shreds like my heart
For the man next to you in that photograph,
kissing your cheek,
a hollow smile of pure lust on his face,
makes my blood boil to see him
pressing his filthy lips on your cheek,
twisting you into a false security
making you think he loves you.
After all hes done,
after all the hurt.
You still submit to him,
you still aren't able to resist small wishes.
Small wins for him, that will ensure greater victory.
You say your free of his grasp, when he has a leash around you
strangling you
pulling you close.
You can break the chains,
but you chose not to.
Do you enjoy being his toy?
His pet?
After everything he's done and said.
After you said you were through with him.
Just a simple photographed
proved that your a liar just like him.
by
calderaposted on 07/03/2008