I stopped caring when lips that weren’t mine
were upon your flesh that was supposed to
be sacred to me.
I still can’t comprehend why she and not
me but I suppose that’s life.
You know no better.
You knew no better, or so you say.
I don’t know you, probably never did
and now I rather not but that’s neither here
I’ve tried to play fair and forgive, you know, like
I was taught to…
but all I can really do is envision your fingers
in her hair as she’s having fun down there, but I digress.
The same love that made me believe in
love again, has done it again.
Tricked me into seeing that I
am the only, the one, who really isn’t,
wasn’t or gonna’ be.
If I wanted this, I coud’ve kept kickin’ it with
my old things, my old flings…
My bad dreams of you came true, you know?
Funny how energies intertwine and
connect in the real world, isn’t it?
I stopped caring because my
heart just cannot take it.
She cannot take another stab wound or bullet hole,
ache or pain—she is only as resilient as her
carrier and you are no longer her courier.
For once, I just just knew I had something worth
it but man falls weak to the flesh of secrets
that they pray to keep.
So I stopped caring.
I stopped crying.
And I stopped hoping
that the truth could be found in you.