No longer safe on the East End
No longer safe on the east end,
looking around every bend.
Your hatred for me
has no end.
The volatile echos,
of your past trauma -
wears me down thin.
I exit the crowd,
as the red light
shines across
people’s faces.
I’m shallow in a room,
full of graces.
I ask for air,
as you suck more
life out of me.
Make a mockery of me,
and plead for more.
A silent ride home.
In the morning
you stood at my doorstep,
beginning for it
not to end.
Then I ask for space,
and you
are no longer my friend.
A match that has been lit,
and ready to burn
through every weakness
inside of me.
I can almost predict
your hatred
in your words
before you speak.
A class act to say the least.
As your claws dig in deep.
Days go on and your words
wear me thin.
I may be a sinner,
but I know no sin like this.
Graceless, fury, rage and deceit.
A mockery of you and me.
A rotten apple in the sun.
I have zero heartbreak,
only relief.
As I am released from your grasp.
What was once sweet,
has now gone sour.
You have wasted every hour.
But I will not internalize
these words, as a sword.
A thorn in my side,
a pebble in my shoe.
You were so sweet,
and now you turned me blue.
