reflection

so its 1:30am, i got some toast and a head cluttered with memories. i thought it was time to crack open a window an air some stuff out.

i'm up at dumb hours writing about this life of ours.

what it was and what it could of been.

maybe i was too keen for us to tag team,

show the world we were bonnie and clyde

instead....it was jekyll an hyde.

unpredictable, unbearable.

your fits of anger were despicable

and you found me disposable.

so was this really love?

debatable.

but you're still in my head sitting there

on that pedestal you built yourself.

but i no longer think that you are mine

i don't deal with tongues that are serpentine.  

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Powerful piece sir. Keep writing