Our City

The city we once built. Is now destroyed. Love is too powerful to handle.

Pretty Lies.

Ugly on the inside.

You're told 

You're loved. 

Protected.

That no matter

How hard

That hurricane hits,

Nothing bad 

Will occur.

Lies. 

You lie.

I lie. It's all part 

of this

f*****g

pitiful

game. 

Turns out

We both lose.

I tore your house

Down. 

And 

You tore down mine. 

It's all about

getting even. 

You want happiness?

F**k that. 

The storm may

Blow over. 

But this damage,

Remains.

All this garbage,

Makes me sick.

You make me sick. 

I make you sick. 

We leave it to others

To clean it up. 

To rebuild. 

Yeah, 

We've moved away. 

To other cities. 

To love again.

To destroy again. 

But the heartbreak 

Will never be forgotten

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

It sounds as though the recent Florida hurricane is being used as a metaphor for a relationship gone bad. I like the brevity and clarity of the expression. The anger and bitterness is powerfully expressed. Well done.