From Bent to Broken
I want to go back to when
I was bent and not broken.
There was a time that you would
work to earn my trust.
Now, you work to break it and then
cover it up before the truth comes out.
When a lie was told it was told out of guilt and regret.
Now, I question every word you say. The untruth seems to flow from you
as easily as the air that you breathe.
The truest love you gave to me in the beginning
now belongs to everyone else but me.
You spoke out your love into
anyone that would listen.
You are so consumed with (them, they, her) feeding your ego,
that you have left me to fade into nothing.
When I was bent I had some hope of control.
I had a choice over my heart and my being.
Now that I am broken, those options are no longer.
I will stay and continue to allow you to splinter my soul.