The Damage Is Done Poem by Leria Hawkins

The Damage Is Done
Date: January 28,2016

Please don't sing that vulgar song
I'm just too weary to play along
Stop the insults…think a minute
You live your life without me in it

Truth be told, you don't give a damn
About my heart, or who I am
When I turned away, your big concern
Was who to call, when your demons burn

In fact, my heart never crossed your mind
You've clearly not the selfless kind
I merely served as a secret vice
My heart, so easily sacrificed

For years, I hung on every line
Thinking your grace would change with time
Now, there's a book written on my heart
The pages bleeding from light to dark

My passion for you, too hot to tame
Kept me tethered to your game
Now, I long for the time to mend
From the cruel joke of just pretend

After all these years, at last I see
The big charade, and the joke's on me
Who knew you were, an ugly stain
With depravity surging through your veins

I once gave my heart with pure intent
Never dreamed I'd feel so cold and spent
I was so naïve in my beliefs
Of a future that spoke of you and me

Back then, I thought we'd never tire
With so much passion, and so much fire
But now the ashes, fill my lungs
The game is over…the damage done

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