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Torn between chaos

And then mature thing to do

Wanna make a run for the door

But I’m conflicted

And torn

I’m worn from all the

Old Chaos

that has hurt me before

But every time I try and trust

The right man!

He has left me

On the floor

He’s used me

For all I think I’m good for

He drained me from the love

that I gave him

And gave me nothing back

Gave me false hope

And promised things

That only a child would

Just to shut me up,

when I asked to many questions.

I was ignorant and dumb for thinking

that anything I ever wanted from him

He would give.

When he was just there to finish

his weeping because he too was hurt.

but then run back to his flammable lover

Who under the covers

Gave him something

Then blamed it on me.

I was in love with the idea of a free spirit

That wasn’t mine

Because this karmic cycle wasn’t finished

with them yet.