If they toy with you when you are struggling then you have a cobra in what you once thought was hay.
The disappointment comes in waves when I think of a past lover who was so good at wrecking my ship while out at sea. He wrote songs that resonated as my vessel sunk into deep cool water while all lifeboats cracked in two. Still, his siren song were sung and the cool light of the sun bore down on me drowning my sight as my lungs filled with water. My vessel is now a mountain underneath the sea.
I wanted to trust, but I have been dishonest and now I take the good and turn it bad. My friend is compassionate, checks in regularly, makes sure I am well in spirit. Perhaps that is what breeds love, but I have already destroyed love in our past. I hoped I could be larger than I am so that I would be worthy of feelings they send, but to this day I guard secrets, and tell truths disguised in jokes that are shrugged off in innocent beliefs of my stability.
The truth is that it matters little what it may be; wether there is truth or a lie is of small consequence. Who better than yourself to realize that this world will serve you a cold dish or a warm broth? Remember that you will at least always have something in your kitchen and those who eat from your fine china will feast tonight. Those who do not sit at your table shall never truly dine on your delicacies for an appetizer does not a whole meal make.
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.