Confront

Do you expect me to drop my bags
at the snap of those fingers?
Am I supposed to run
even if I leave a shoe behind?
Do I walk with wounded feet
just to reach you in time?

Maybe sometimes.
Because what you and I have
is not worth the constant sacrifice
It might be cruel, absolutely unkind
But so is our story
that you helped unwind.

I thank your heart for being grateful.
But if we were in better standing,
would your heart still know me?
You can pretend, and you can deny
Shame on yours and shame on mine
Come now, let’s stop the count
Because our blame’s worth is infinite

This honesty that wrecks what’s left of my innocence
The cruelty that strangely gives me comfort
Does it make me as worthless as my thoughts?
And is it my sanity’s only salvation?

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