I tell myself this:

No matter how the sun shines,

I know I must break this bind

before I let you hurt me again.

I know you don’t care;

I know you’ll never care.

Even through your sun-kissed hair,

and how I appear in your eyes,

that muddled green glare

will always be there.

You were something to me

but you lost my love,

and I know you live to deceive,

so now I wish to leave.

Let me leave;

Let me dream;

Let me BELIEVE;

Let me alone

Let me BE!

So to you, my deceiver of air,

trapped in your wasted world,

you will get nothing more from me.

Let me be reminded of that evil stare,

your wicked glare,

the lies you share,

and the burden you bare.

I wish not to be wrapped around

your finger tips.

I denied you your kiss you see.

Darling, darling, don’t you see?

I wish to never again taste

the acid of your breath,

nor do I wish to feel thine lips

pressed against my own.

But alas, I lie to myself,

in order for my protection,

for my time is short,

my emotions mean little,

and the happenings of my past

aren’t worth the mention.