Excuse me

Excuse me for one upping you,

Sometimes, I assume I have it worse.

Not saying your life's great,

Repeating lines, 

As if rehearsed.

Why tell these things to someone, 

Who already knows the words.

To be torn open,

And undone,

Is not even the worst.

My walls you break them down,

As bridges burn behind your back.

But courtesy is one thing 

That you always seemed to lack.

So, off you go, no trail to follow,

As you're gone out of my life.

With broken walls and bridges fall,

There is nowhere to hide.

You're arms, no longer heaven,

But a burning Hell with pride.

You've broke me into pieces,

Leaving me alone to die.

See,

I have always loved you,

But your love had been a lie.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. A good story with a strong ending.
"You're arms, no longer heaven,
But a burning Hell with pride."
Hard to learn what is bad for us. When we learn. Good to hit the door running. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[eatmills]

I see you're back. What a deep emotional firestorm you have written and nicely structure too.

[James William Dyer]

I enjoyed the rhythm and emotional structure of the poem, but the last line, "But your love had been a lie." seemed too straight-forward as if you're explaining it to the reader rather than displaying this for them....just my op, though

[de_maruf]

fine

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Apatheia, anger and hurt rage from this piece, together with hurt and disappointment well portrayed.