THE WEAPONS WERE ALREADY PAYED FOR

Your actions betray the feelings
I have for you

I wish to believe what you tell me
but my heart has been left empty too
many times

You push me away when all I can
do is cry for you to hold me
Pity me not. You are vanquished by choice

If I knock on the door who will
answer it? The one who is there

I want to forget you exist but I am
using you for my illusory world
I will focus on the softness of
the pillow you are for me knowing
all along it is not real. Wanting it just the same.

I am made of marshmallow, to
sweet and gooey

Do not ire the choices of others
my sweetness, celebrate your own
Make sure they are made pure as gold

I love March for her windiness
Solid assurity she blows this day