A Lover's Scorn

We both know,

I was more than enough.

We both know,

Your walls kept me out.

We both know, that if you wanted to—

You would have fought—

You would have stayed.

We both know,

That if you wanted me, you wouldn’t have let me go.

And I’m tired of falling from your tower,

When I know you won’t reach out to take my hand—

When I know you won’t reach out to let me in.

I’m tired of chasing love when it’s not right.

Let’s face it, you didn’t want me enough to do the same

Yet I let your sweet nothings carry me away.

I’m tired of your ivory fortress. Of the lie you built behind.

The very thing you now claim to want, trapped in your own built walls,

Is the very thing you claimed to hate that made you push me away to the fucking wolves.

You let me fall. And I let it happen.

You merely offered the promise of a roof—

A promise you were unsure of.

And I devoured those seeds with a hunger I couldn’t control.

Well I’m tired—

Consider this goodbye.