Destructive Truths

Your love is combative

A destructive ass pattern

Hell bent to unhinge

Everything that matters

All the days spent building a bond

For it to end in disaster.

Me sitting small covered in tears

You standing tall, full of laughter

My heart’s what u were after

But not for the right intent

You preyed like a vulture

Yet played so innocent

Love is new to you

As it is to me

But I see it as beautiful;

We see two different things.

You see it as a tool

To manipulate a heart

One that u had no intention

Of properly loving from the start.

You’re amazing with your art,

You really had me good.

But good luck with the next one

Now that the truth is understood.