Matthew Foor

(9-12-85 / Austin Texas)


What I wanted to be I simply could not see
So sip on your tea
As I contemplate what it means to be free

Ruined and wrecked by her infidelity
Not once nor twice, but three
Three times she cheated on me

Months upon months of pouring tears
She fed on my insecurity
The bitch fed on my fears

Months kept on passing
Turning into years
Smacking myself
I needed to change gears
I stared at myself through a dirty, bloodied mirror

What I saw, I didn't believe
Where once my heart sat upon my sleeve
The sleeve had been torn
Underneath laid a gruesome scar

I started to grieve
And needed reprieve

Wiping the tears
I began to hide my fears
Oil my gears
And take back those lost years

But as you all know
Fears never retire
They build and grow until we expire
They bunker down deep
Within your heart
Waiting for their time to rip you apart
Lying in wait
Till another comes along
And it's time to sing that song.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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