comforting lies
under the guise
of something new
something warm
something good.
and there goes
the other shoe
tumbling down,
falling to the earth.
i feel used,
emptied out.
your tool of destruction.
third leg of the stool.
your weapon of choice.
to keep love at
arm's length.
this was the time
that my heart had the advantage
and my head was so completely wrong.
for once, i saw it coming.
the rug pull.
because it always felt wrong
deep down.
but i thought it was right.
i thought i deserved to have things
just once
balance out.
i didn't think that was irrational
i thought it would be different.
but my heart,
it knew.
always knows
that this is how it ends.