Disinterest

June, 2007. another Michael poem.

I have trusted your words blindly for ages

The lies you told me could fill a million pages

Maybe I was just a little too naïve

But in your words I wanted to believe

You spoke to me with a velvet tongue

Those sly words, like a bell they rung

I believed what you told me true

Even when everyone said not to trust you

In their warnings I should have taken heed

I guess my drive was fueled by my greed

I wanted so bad for you to be real

But you're not and anguish is what I feel

If you were real, you would come around

Instead of pushing me to the cold ground

Didn't you know that you had my heart

The one you so foolishly tore apart

I trusted you to keep me safe and alive

Instead you let me wither away and die inside

This shell, this thing, is what I became

When you shoved me into the pouring rain

Not even a hand to keep me from crying

Your lack of interest is why I am dying