|My Heart is the Lake of Fire|
sixteen days of silence
sixteen days empty of you
of your attention
of your affection
sixteen days with no word of explanation
tho I flooded a torrent of words toward you.
What lesson are you trying to teach me?
How can I make it right if you won't tell me
how I made it wrong?
I can only guess.
I spent sixteen days and nights guessing
until I realized your intentions didn't matter
What matters is what I am learning.
This is what you are teaching me:
that my words have no power
that my love is worth nothing
that our us is not worth fighting for
that there is no forgiveness
that hope is a joke
that commitment is just a word
that vows have a fine print clause
(*optional if difficult)
that cruel is the new kind
that I'm a pathetic, worthless, unloveable
puddle of brine that isn't worth your attention
that Joy is an illusion
that my name is my shame
for I can't live it
that my heart is the lake of fire
that pain is the only reality
that life empty of you is