I could hate you, but I cannot fathom what hate is
For I have known none.
Somehow I scold myself for believing you were capable of love
I guess moving on for you is but a hobby something you do on a daily.
People’s lives are just an adventure for you,
Something to see, invade, take a picture and move on.
I hope you remember how you lured me in
Just to rip out my heart and feed it to the hounds like a piece of meat.
Somehow I hate myself for believing you were capable of empathy.
I guess I was a journey for you and like that I came to an end.
People’s feelings are just words for your next story
Something to exploit, steal, plunder and move on.
I wish I could hate you
But I know not the feeling for you left me empty.
From the cup of my love you drank, leaving me dry and broken
Omitting me from your story to hide the truth about your treachery.
Do they know you? I mean the real you?
From this I will erase you,
Not again to think of you.
Till you are old and grey may you never know love.