Monday, 4 March 2019

Ultimatum

You punched deep!
You knew you would
you aimed at it to
and you struck me.

You wanted change!
Desperate for hope
that together fate
'd be in your stroke.

So much we made,
So much triumph,
So much we shared.
Did it mean the same?
You casually chattered
the illusion of cheer.
As if what mattered
was piercing my ear.

You wouldn't  bother
considering the bruises.
And you didn't offer
any solution or truces.

You would reduce
all we've been through
to waist and sewer
because it didn't fill you.

Years I've invest
in me and you.
Years I've given
all that I could.

Since, we've been
flammable and fragile.
So we're in a tantrum,
impossible to handle.

I don't want to lose
my perfect man,
I just don't own
happiness for both.

So I will follow you
to where you decide,
I will change our life
according to your cries.

But I will not stay
becoming your pain,
we will not be reason
to your dreams failure.

We cannot be enough!
Of that you were clear.
Never intended we'd be
but feed your spirit.

If you can't depend on us
to improve your days
there's nothing to do
we are but through.

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