Conscience

Last bit of slam poetry I have to post for a while

You
You stole what was left of my innocence
No
Wait
These words too harsh for the truth
You didn't take a piece of me
not one I hadn't already given
You held it
you held me
that part of my soul yours
for all time
But it was too good to be true
That tattered broken cliche that I drag out
every time my soul get drug
through the mud
Maybe
Maybe I'd be wrong this time
No
Never
To see you walk away
that way
with her
I'd given up hope
pined uselessly at night
Oh the tears I shed for you at night
Dreams
Channels
Flipping the pages
for you to come back
And you did
What the hell is this?
When did this happen?
What did I do?
Now lying in your arms
my lips beg
to ask the question
Why
me?
You have the whole f*****g world
why me?