Too good to be true
becuz
its actully obsession
assumption
possession
consumption
Too good to be truw the way you flare out. each time I ask for more
Throw it back in my face
each morsel of attention
of so heavily labored time
such a bitter-sour feeling taste
you make
when you act like each moment you squeezed out of yourself for me was a labor and not of love but of duty , of task, of solemn devotion
Deviations , in cadence
in norms
only hurt me, again and again
daily
nightly
only pull up my deepest triggers
only derail my sanity
only destroy my psyche
again and again
only when you want
only if youre fine
only when you arent
only when you grow
and I shrink
will we both know
What we were
why we are
who we are
how we care
it is only to be for later
only for you to learn for your future
only for me to learn about my past
and the the hurt
the ache
the tangy feeling of the taste of tears when they leak down your nose onto my lip
is the double edged sword
of us
the hurt
the ache we feel on the daily
is the
knowing . That as we are fit and perfect
even as we exactly wrong
even as we are every sad song
we are hurt and ache beCUZ we know that we are ultimately a demise
a compromise that cannot be reached
a devotion that cannot be breached
a demolition
a constant consumption
that only devours the most devout