I've given up on you.
Or is it even you that I've abandoned?
I cannot find you anymore.
You've been completely consumed by
the person who now lives beneath your skin.
I see the hidden malevolence glint within your eyes,
full of lies, as you still claim to love me at all.
I can't believe that you do.
You pass out your "love" to anyone with open hands,
palms wide open, not even with the slightest discretion.
It doesn't hurt to know that you were the one
to walk away in the beginning.
Now that you're heart is breaking, you've come to me,
on your hands and knees, begging for my sympathy;
which is long dried up,
stolen by you far too many times in my past.
I wish that you were the same, as you were back then.
When I was yours and you were mine.
I had a place in which I belonged.
But it seems that I had never belonged by your side,
that I was simply never good enough for you.
*Doesn't particularly rhyme or anything, it just needed to be out there, I suppose.
