A painful union
Feeling rather pretentious on most days, feigning positivity and ambition. Seems like everyone enjoys putting me down as always as I shatter into a million tiny pieces. Like glass I am fragile but with a solid exterior. My heart cries out everyday though they haven’t the slightest idea. It has become a habit to block out the pain, perhaps for some using worldly material gain. Money and fornication, what a shame but for a brief moment of time you begin to feel some type of way. Some days my thoughts become my enemies and the only solution is to erase my memory. Helpless and confused I look to Mary Jane to assist me with my blues or perhaps maybe a drink or two but what’s the use? It all comes back as I force myself to nap, another pointless attempt to escape this horrible trap. He says I look wonderful but then why do I feel so goddamn awful. My cup of love is empty, I believe he had naught to give but I had plenty. I ask myself, is he not worthy? Alas! A relationship that consists of cheating and lies can only ever end in painful goodbyes.
