temptess

Grasping at straws,
these slippery fuckers
slip right through
my ever clenching hand
slip into the congealed mess
left where you once were
before you tossed me aside,
an emotional dereliction of your duties
the Fucked thing is,
I know that as soon as you walked out the door you were already hurting
you'll come back on bended knee
God, I hate this game
it never ends
ending always the same
back to this place
and this conversation
no one hears my warnings,
not even me...