You sold my heart to the wolves...

Roses black thorns to prick the veins of my hapless heart..
this is the last game where I decide to play my loosing part..
Lost in this maze of degrading love and mistaken loss
where we all know the underlying retail cost..
.
Dreams remembered after the great lovers fall..
since we all know the fear induced from a 3AM phone call..
Another heart abandoned at life’s lost crossroads..
where the heart ends up with some heavy loads..

Trudging down the blacktop of fate and destiny
no matter what she'd confess openly to me..
I told the truth with a lack of fear to recourse..
and now I look back on the loss with forgotten remorse..

I spoke your name in ecstasy once with all my heart..
but then you came along and I found out your true part..
You used me for the time, you needed me for stability
then I saw that it had nothing to do with me personally.

It was all to appease that lonely heartbroken vessel you once had..
and how you looked down your nose and repeatedly spoke of me bad..
How I defended you repeatedly to people who conspired and hated you..
you never could never ever keep it down real and upright honest true..

I spoke your names in my dreams a fold of thousand times..
but I let you get away with the worst of all of the possible crimes..
You stole the confidence I once had in my life, anymore..
since without you, everything seems like such a locked door..

I loved you once, more than anything possible in the world..
and then you left and my planet crumbled and slowly unfurled..
I thought I had it all in my white knuckles under control..
but I just found I was just digging the deepest of a hole..

I buried myself up to the neck trying to appease you..
I guess it took your honey and fire ants to get the clue..
I saw that evil smile as you sold me off to the wolf pack
to hear that laugh as you went on your ulterior subconscious attack
With your passive aggressive remedial tactics of contemptible war and revenge
where it all rested on the breaking day for another day hanging in your fringe...

08/30/2003

Author's Note: This was written about someone in a circle of friends who always seems to bring the drama to even the light hearted situations...

Posted on 08/30/2003
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