What Was I to Her
What was I to her,
or she to me;
I only wanted less,
you only wanted more:
The rips and burns that
Destroyed and obliterated
Anything that I could’ve,
Anything that you would’ve,
Everything that you
And only you, understood.
But,
It wasn’t me that fell;
It was we that decided;
It was we that killed;
It was we that you wanted,
Lied, cheated, erased, repeat
Make me feel nothing.
But
This confusion overwhelming
And my eye sockets swelling
The hate. The deceit.
Do you even know what you’ve done to me?
But
Calm and steady.
Ready to finally escape.
With these memories,
I shall carry
That all you wanted was his money,
And that all you never wanted
was me.
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