Back off, weekend daddy
Crawl back to the lies from where you came
You can’t love her part-time all the same
Ruled by convenient choices
You run away when realness makes you feel
Beggars can’t be choosers
You can’t have the nectar without the peel
I feel like you should know
That the seeds you sow
In the garden will grow
Even if you don’t show
You can say what you want
Empty words ring hollow
Like the life that you flaunt
Your substance falls below
Beat it, winter loser
Slink back to the fires that kept you warm
Couldn’t brace to fight against her storm
Tread through that least resistance
Your privilege paved a way I couldn’t follow
No man is an island
You left me alone; alone you’ll know sorrow
Could you recognize me?
Would my eyes be the key?
Like yours they show misery
At what you’ve stolen from we
I know that you must hurt too
I cannot grow into you
Cause you weren’t there for me.
I followed NaPoWriMo’s day 4 enigma prompt somewhat. And now, I could use a drink. Sweet dreams, everyone.