I’ve kicked you out many times
From my mind.
I’ve bolted down the tiny path,
Always leading somewhere toward mistakes.
I played with death
Because of you.
I wanted it.
I craved it.
I needed it.
My chest was crushed under your weight.
The weight I thought was something else.
The something else that was fear.
The fear that turned into pure ugliness.
It wasn’t that you betrayed me,
But the way you did it,
So viciously and carelessly.
You simply didn’t give a damn,
Despite all your promises.
You’ve been replaced with pain of another kind,
Broken and dejected.
Similar yet different.