Victimise.
Always blaming the significant other about all the neglect.
But really you should really blame you.
Cause after all yes you let.
You let me play you and neglect you while you distress.
You couldn't express the pique and torment that yes you felt.
Screaming you can't be with me and wont believe me.
But really I find it funny.
I'm so bad of a person.
That I make you poorly.
Feeling sick through your chest.
Than you playing with chess.
Yh your life is a gamble how long and much can you fetch.
The visible superficial greed and desire a position as yours.
They require and crave a devotion and love that evermore adores.
So composed and awake of the chatter
that you let all occurs.
Progressively you let all the exterior visual conceal the defective defection paths.
For your imagery to be clarified.
Therefore instantly I dismiss you.
Clear you from my heart.
You claim I'm poison to you.
Then we should be apart.
Go and head and blame me.
For not warning you.
I left you unassisted.
Yes you can go and shout it.
"I played you like a meme."
I'll never be redeemed."
The conclusion of the story is...
You are your own victim.
