Martyrs

Who am I when I'm gone?

Now that im gone, how will you remember me,

The girl in the red dress, the one who lit

The entire room and blurred the scenery?

The odds are no, it isn't so, 

This memory doesn't live in your heart anymore,

The woman who loved you ceased to exist,

Because if you are a martyr then I am your b***h,

So what will you tell them? What portrait to paint?

What secrets you share and moments you taint?

It's easy to villanise because once you start,

You might even forget that they once had your heart

Hate was a man, I did it too, 

But in my defence, all i said was the truth 

My truths can be dirty, unruly and vile,

They'll wonder why you stayed with my a*s all that while, 

But never forget, and believe me its true, 

Whatever that you do i can do too,

And your truths are ugly, unsightly and weak,

They'll wonder why you even broke up with me,

Gossip will wander, rumours will spread,

The self righteous pride will both go to our heads,

And though when we parted we swore we’d be friends 

We'll never see the other in that way again