Memories of you are tarnished.
Stained by who you are
compared to who I believed you to be.
Won’t wear the brand of being your fool.
Every accusation you lay before me,
it was you that was guilty.
Do I envy her and the love you give her?
Why would I be jealous?
If that’s the love you were giving me,
I’m glad you took it away.
Free of you, your games and lies.
I’m not even sorry.
Can’t even love you or hate you.
There’s nothing to feel
for someone or something that wasn’t real.
Funny, I ask you once were you in love.
You said you used to be, but not anymore.
Don’t even feel stupid.
We all only know what we’re told.
Comfort in knowing what I tell others
is the truth of who I am.
@ donetta. sifford 8-20-2013
Written for: Trifecta