A heart in pieces,
Hard as stone but shattered all the same.
An art of the game,
Played into anothers' uses.

Part of the fences and clattered,
Just a piece in your way of chess.
It's all an attack worn like a dress in disguise.
Feelings aside I was nothing more than a prize.

A fawn for you to control.
A dive head first into the hole.
Aim like a trained whip to the throat.
A whole piece scattered into many.

Being a wall of radices,
Picked and prone and it mattered none the same.
An art of your game,
Slayed inside your unbothered fuses.

Cut and drown in your god damn pity.
Put down by your fraud genuity.
Broken and breathless,
Out spoken and careless.

It was always your wants,
the things you want,
demands to so called need.
You are suffocating.
Manipulating and fake.
A liar a taker of granted.

The door was slammed once,
the mistake to crack it showed you.
It showed what you really were.
It put that hate on display.

You wish for me to choke on my pride,
May you drown in your denial.
May you drown in your fucking pity.
May you drown in your kindness.
May you drown in your beautiful control.
That control you no longer have.

You are a leech!
You are a parasite.
You are full of yourself.
You call yourself kind.
You call yourself loyal.
You call yourself a fuckin listener.

But it came down to it,
Attention had to be yours,
Conversation had to be yours,
It all had to be yours,
Answers had to be yours.

The arrogance...
You even said I was on an alter for you,
At no point did I want this.
The ground I walked on was a worshipping stone.
You blame me for the things that went wrong.
I cannot feel bad for this.
You set yourself up for failure.

I made the error of attempting to let you in again.
You thought you had the cards in your hand.
Then they folded when I said enough.
I don't like the decision.
I didn't want the decision.

But you forced my hand but then you are the victim.
You are a double standard!
You speak one thing, then do the opposite.
You say you understand while to repeat your grind.

You make the claim of love.
Yet why can you not understand what that really means?
Everything stayed surface level and stagnate.

You are what you say of yourself.
A line you were a stone wall for.
You set yourself up to fail.
Then blame the other when they see it.
Then claim you were wronged.

It makes you a hypocrite.
It makes you a self served parasite.

It forced me to quit.
It made me split.
To slit and be cutthroat.

I am disappointed this is how it ended.
I hate this is the conclusion.
I couldn't play your illusion anymore.
I hate this is the realization.

I asked for space in the end.
Your love filled assumption...
Twisted and perverted.
A spit in the face.

I will not apologize for having worth.
I will not say I am sorry for denying your delusion.
I will not walk in place.
I will say when, and I will move on.