It's hard to believe that
I thought I loved you
Bringing myself to remember that
is like a nightmare of darkened memories
Tinted with a bad trip on LSD
You were someone that
gaslit me into fragments of distrust
and fear and never owned up to it until
the damage was done
A petty kiss on the cheek to seal the deal
of rejection and pity
A slap to the face would have been equivalent
~Tina Meeks
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