If they toy with you when you are struggling then you have a cobra in what you once thought was hay.
They’re all moths perched on a leaf as they wait for nightfall only so they could fly through your window and orbit the artificial light.
Your mouth feeds me butterflies in droves of lies
Dozens spun into and down my throat to catch
Between the middle of my vocal chords
Until all I can do is choke
On colorful moths.
Welcome to the 21st century,
Where the girls are perfect,
Oh so beautiful,
Say men that hardly try,
As if girls should melt,
Upon hearing those empty words,
Never backed up by much truth.
At times the entire truth is simply a formality, a brief statement that places everything into perspective. Oftentimes it the omissions that challenge our perception of reality, like: yes it used to be so and I haven’t gotten around to it no longer being the case. So my best guess is that no one ends up the winner and we’ve all bet on a lie no matter how tiny it may be. So our investments fail because we were not genuine, not clear. Then we whine of our misfortunes and ignore our misdeeds: but I tried so hard, I wanted it to be so, I made you feel this way from the bottom of my soul. Turns out that words are cheap when they’re untrue, a small cost to pay as we purchase unhappiness.