(Work in progress)

Am i just another pretty face
that helps you escape time and place
feelings are staged and then erased
Your motives and actions are laced with hate.

So trusting with my past and thoughts
yet again I sit here alone and caught
in this web you pulled so taught
that I think I'll just lay here and rot.

Tired of the words escaping you lips
tired of your heart that seems eclipsed
Lacerated heart, so I add another stitch
yet every tear feels as though it rips.