The Oldest Of Professions
why is it
that when the story ends
we begin to feel all of it
When i met you, i had no idea that you would become the savior and destructer, both to me. The feelings that i developed were not the ones that were "demanding" in nature. i was ready to give to you and i truly gave all of me.
Every inch of my existence, every breath i took, every thought i had, every second i spent, they all had one thing in common... you.
You nurtured my love, watered it with devotion, let it grow each passing day. Little did i know that you are hiding you intention of departure after channeling my feelings for you.
Your stay was the one thing i wanted in return for my soul that i sacrificed for you. But you chose to leave regardless. Not once, but twice.
i questioned myself again and again, "why, how, when" but you were long gone to give me an answer.
Then destruction stepped up like a giant mountain, yes the destruction that my love did not deserve. You rendered me in to a shock that seems unending now. My entire reality is off kilter and you replace me like some simple Lego piece. It's sick
Even today when your face flashes , i find myself helpless and the very next second reality hits me that you took away my smile along with you and slapped it on a hair plugged embarrassment, and the gray cloud hovers over me while you parasitise for new cloths and fucking snowboard.
And after all these years i know as a matter of fact that you will never be able to find the same kinda of that i gave you. It was worship in its purest form and you will never find that with anyone else. No matter how you "earn" your new lifestyle and allow our progeny to be bought and paid for without effort or work all three of my angels will never find what i gave, and had to give. Our children will be effected by this, they will learn to run when things get tough. They will learn to latch on to the first rich thing that passes by, regardless if he stays true or only wants your body. And of course trust every word he says regardless of evidence or truth as long as you are being paid.
You've made a mistake. It may have taken this hell to see my worth but i see it. You had your greatest devotee, a zealot even. Who tore out his soul just to fit you in it. Now you sell yours and our daughters, while you flushed what i gave away. Regardless of my demise i kept to my values, to my principles. i made the worst of mistakes along the way but my love for you never came with a price. You will regret turning your back on worship.
that when the story ends
we begin to feel all of it
When i met you, i had no idea that you would become the savior and destructer, both to me. The feelings that i developed were not the ones that were "demanding" in nature. i was ready to give to you and i truly gave all of me.
Every inch of my existence, every breath i took, every thought i had, every second i spent, they all had one thing in common... you.
You nurtured my love, watered it with devotion, let it grow each passing day. Little did i know that you are hiding you intention of departure after channeling my feelings for you.
Your stay was the one thing i wanted in return for my soul that i sacrificed for you. But you chose to leave regardless. Not once, but twice.
i questioned myself again and again, "why, how, when" but you were long gone to give me an answer.
Then destruction stepped up like a giant mountain, yes the destruction that my love did not deserve. You rendered me in to a shock that seems unending now. My entire reality is off kilter and you replace me like some simple Lego piece. It's sick
Even today when your face flashes , i find myself helpless and the very next second reality hits me that you took away my smile along with you and slapped it on a hair plugged embarrassment, and the gray cloud hovers over me while you parasitise for new cloths and fucking snowboard.
And after all these years i know as a matter of fact that you will never be able to find the same kinda of that i gave you. It was worship in its purest form and you will never find that with anyone else. No matter how you "earn" your new lifestyle and allow our progeny to be bought and paid for without effort or work all three of my angels will never find what i gave, and had to give. Our children will be effected by this, they will learn to run when things get tough. They will learn to latch on to the first rich thing that passes by, regardless if he stays true or only wants your body. And of course trust every word he says regardless of evidence or truth as long as you are being paid.
You've made a mistake. It may have taken this hell to see my worth but i see it. You had your greatest devotee, a zealot even. Who tore out his soul just to fit you in it. Now you sell yours and our daughters, while you flushed what i gave away. Regardless of my demise i kept to my values, to my principles. i made the worst of mistakes along the way but my love for you never came with a price. You will regret turning your back on worship.
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