Suffer, my Pseudo-lover, by Veracity Subscribe to rss feed for Veracity

Oh, you may think it was all you fault
For the naming of names
Blaming, and manipulation
Empty threats, followed by contrition


Know this well, those were true
My heart and soul were your toys
My sanity, for you, 
Was the sweetest of wines to be drunk



But, do you know?
That I was a culprit, too?
In those battles of the wills
That I always seemed to lose


Oh yes, I am not so innocent
I played you too
Do you remember how
I was always confused?


Reveling in your attention
Basking in your praise
Taunting you, seducing you
Almost subliminally


And when your bad behavior 
Pushed me away, I let you back in
Yes, I was playing with 
The most dangerous of fires


Oh, you know
That I secretly enjoyed it
Almost subconciously
And that fateful night


I almost died, I was the 'victim'
But, truth be told
My game failed; I lost
You were the winner after all 


I took your money, affection
I took your time
And gave you only false love
In return


And now I hope you suffer
Whenever you see me in your mind
I hope you remember our time
And know that you'll never have me again


I hope my faint memory
Taunts you, haunts you
Until the end
And I hope


That you scream, and weep
With misery, anguish, pain
And if, by chance, I see it
I will laugh, my heart lifted by your broken one
Posted: 2010-02-01 04:25:31 UTC

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