I used to draw from you
Drank your spirit
But you lost yourself in your own lies
And then you wanted the truth
But only if it was your truth
How many times could I want you
How many times was it not enough
You were trained to serve me
But you challenged me by never exposing the real darkness
What do I do with you now
I’m walking away
You are stale beer
Bad wine
Cheap vodka
Not worth my scorn
Or even my lies
This is very striking to me, wow. Thank you for sharing! Faith.
Thank you for your comment, Faith.