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Love, did I deserve to be treated that way?

You finally got me alone,

Nobody standing between you and your prey,

And you took whatever I refused to give,

Pretending you can mold me like clay.

But you gifted me hate you can never outlive,

The only good thing from that day.

Now I hold that memory close to my heart,

Hoping you pray I never give it away.

Love, you are so scared I will show my cards,

You sink your tears in old ashtrays.

My truth haunts your soul like a ghost,

It will always be there, it will stay.

I am the one thing you fear the most.

Still, you chose to get your way,

And this is your final toast.

-JW

Your trembling palm reaches out to things it can never afford,

It reaches out to people it can only hold down with a sword.

There was something in your voice when you spoke the first word.

Perhaps I should have known better, perhaps you always wanted more.

I have been guessing how many women have burned your clothes,

A simple number that would give me pure solace, I suppose.

Between all the agreeing voices you hear, must be hard to hear noes.

When they set fire to your misdeeds, I will buy out the first rows.

And I did not hate you before, no, but you hated yourself in advance.

My humanity was just a performance to you, just a dance.

You might wonder some nights if I would have given you a chance.

The answer is right there, hiding between your violent hands.

I keep losing sleep and I hear you keep losing the grasp on reality,

You take all the worst parts of yourself and dress them as divinity.

Do not hold your breath waiting for me, I have run out of civility.

Men like you buy their sins in dozens until they reach infinity.

And your trembling palm reaches out to things it can never excuse.

You do not play to win, you only want to make the others lose.

There was something in you that summer night, but I missed the cues…

Perhaps you should have known better the first time I refused.

-JW

I do not hear them talking about you anymore.

You have locked their lips and sealed the bedroom door.

Once the bell rings and they hear your steps on the stairs,

All the heaviness will sink, leaving them bare.

But not today, not even tomorrow, honey.

You left us like a cruel god, you cursed them and judged me.

I feel like a child wishing on a falling star at night,

Counting down the passing cars until I run out of light.

Even now I cannot blame you for leaving me behind.

They were coming at you like vultures, gnawing at your mind.

You asked for my guidance, but I never called you back.

The love you wasted on me stung like a heart attack.

If I must be honest, I wish I could erase that part.

The silence in your room turns all air heavy and hard.

But you have melted the key and locked that damn door,

And I really do not hear them talking about you anymore.

-JW

The corsets bend my ribs to your every command,

They straighten your grin and numb my pale hands.

You give me a lit candle as we silently dance,

And whenever I stop, you push me down in the sand.

I get up and reach for you, it feels so easy.

These games you play, they break me and tease me.

Is this the rock bottom or the coast of a deep sea?

No, I cannot tell, I sip you like green tea.

The metal cages you build shock my fingers,

You try to keep me from becoming an ice-cold thinker.

One touch of your skin and I forget that I am sinking.

You leave in a rush, but your scent, it lingers.

And I know this is a trap, I do not need salvation.

You have become the king of feeding my temptations.

If I keep my shoulders straight and just stay patient,

We will both burn in the passionate flams of damnation.

-JW

You told me tales like ours turn to dust before being written.

I promised I could keep this one burning, but I got too smitten.

Our roads took us far away from each other before we fell,

I did not send you flowers, and you did not send me to hell.

Three full years slipped through our fingers like sinking sand.

My ships tamed roaring oceans, but you stayed on the land.

We heard stories on their lying lips about how we once loved,

And they turned our thunderclouds into the whitest kind of doves.

Each time I passed the city, all the reflections lured me in,

It felt like even the sun was turning me towards your sins.

Then one day I wandered onto the street where we first met,

So angry and alone, every brick in the wall owed me a debt.

I turned to walk away but there you were, a standing prophecy.

Your auburn hair flowed over my emerald coat as you greeted me.

You smelled like the ocean waves I once were badly longing,

And you told me there is no spell stronger than The Belonging.

-JW