Your voice is like a haunting melody;
recognition breaks the air.
Remembering the days of a part time lovers' way,
wishing you had more love to spare.
Maybe time was my hearts desire,
but consistency was avoided like a disease.
You came around for a blink or two,
seeking reassurance to put your mind at ease.
I never knew which game to play,
though it hardly seemed to be relevant,
rules were twisted, bent, and broke,
you win again, for that no longer were we celibate.
Traces of lust upon my skin,
left like scars of an ancient war.
Each scar has to heal leaving a reason for its being...
My lust for you is an open wound, left bloody and sore.
The words you speak are like a country song,
the result is smooth and well- rehearsed.
You sang them with a honest tone ,
but I'd I memorized every verse.
I now know every lie you sang,
I now see every scar you've made,
I now win at every game you played,
and I hate you, for making ME this way.
