My dreams were coming
Then shattered by jealousy, wrecked
Blood is pretty when it’s pumping
Beautiful liquid rubies – perfect
I am bathed in the blood that served my life
Blood, tears, wet with strife
How can you do this to the one you love?
Because she didn’t love you too –
You know that you didn’t love her then
If you played with jealousy as a tool
Smashing opposition with lies and games
Just what exactly were your aims?
I trust in God and God will serve
Someday you’ll get what you deserve
But it won’t be me, because I’ll be dead
Because of all the lies you’ve fed
Let that on your conscience be
Apparently, you loved me.
But I said no and so you vied
And because you did
It’s why I’ve died.
Written 8:50pm 24th February 2023
Currently, I am struggling with dark thoughts, because of some stupid games people are playing.
One of which won’t take “no” for an answer, whilst apparently spreading lies behind my back that I am dating them, to people that I do actually like.
I am dating no one right now and holding out until the person I really like is ready and I know from others he is busy right now.
Leave the playground.
Stop the games.
My life is bad enough as it is without all this bitter jealousy from complete strangers.
At the moment, I am trying hard to keep positive. Trying not to reach for the rat poison or razors.
You don’t love me if you can go behind my back, lie about me and ruin my future with someone else because you can’t have me, as I said NO how many times now? That’s not love, that is selfishness, it’s not nice.
Think about what you are doing.
Rodents are nasty little critters aren’t they? But can they really gnaw through a heart of steel? I don’t think so, so please stop trying.
Thanks for reading, and sorry for the drama to my other readers.
tardycreative.com 