There sat our gas lantern,
right in the middle of our table.
As we’re cloaked in the darkness,
you told me to turn it on.
I was fearful of my surroundings,
and my thoughts just weren’t working right.
I searched high and low
for tools to help me,
as you stood there and watched.
–
Must’ve been over an hour
of driving myself insane.
I couldn’t provide us light,
and like a silent bullet
came the guilt and shame.
As I said sorry,
you began to smile.
You reached down in your pocket
and then hesitated for a while.
–
I watched as you pulled out the matches,
like you were some sort of God.
You struck that match
and I burned right into the ground.
Maybe we were lucky,
fortunate for what you’d found?
Ironically, I didn’t even need that light,
because I was already six feet down.
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You loved it,
you loved the high.
Thinking you were better,
while I was thinking why.
How dare you play with my mind
like it was a general store toy.
You showed your true colors.
Not a man, but a boy.
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Enjoy your false sense of validations,
your twisted words and justifications.
I’ll come out stronger while you remain weak.
You may have been everything I wanted,
but you’re nothing that I need.
Life with Lo 