It’s over

“I was going to tell you it was over”

Really because i simply received the cold shoulder, is it because you don’t want to get closer, or was I just some donor. You’d be great at playing poker. That straight face holding all the cards capable of handing you a win. You got me to open my legs not my mouth and face a deadly sin. Conning me into giving you everything. Never letting me stop and rethink. The taste of you bitterly distinct.

“I was going to tell you it was over”

Don’t lie your a freeloader. Pretending you were a lease owner, holding the title to my heart. I was simply your last resort. Might as well have been your escort. A simple consort. Somehow you made it past my fort, no longer was I safe, you had become my escape. You found a way to make me feel awake. I tried to hit the emergency break, but I had already made a mistake. You had been a fake.

“I was going to tell you it was over”

You see I never asked for closure, but i must keep my composure and pretend that you were not my four leaf clover. My heart slowly cracking, being fined for indecent exposure. It thought that your love was kosher. But now it realized I was just a smoker. To afraid of losing a habit knowing it would one day kill it. I know now I was only an exhibit. Let me help you find the exit.