Everything is a lie

Why is that you still have the capacity to hurt
When you should mean nothing to me
Why do I still cater to your whimsical outbursts.

You justify it as your possessiveness
People are possessive only in love, not in lust.
And that's precisely why we met.

When I fell in love, you took me for granted
And now that I am in a turmoil
You still have no empathy

Right, everything about me is a lie
I keep warming beds to add numbers.
What am I

I gave you the capacity to hurt
I gave it all!
Each of me
What did I get in return?
Accusations

I hoped for you
But now I am through, with you.

Don't ever come back to me.
Because everything is a lie.

The End

©LR