Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

didn't survive

When my cousin asked me what that mark on my arm was from, I told her it was my friend,

When my friend asked me why I had a purple bruise on my shoulder, I told her it was my cousin.

And thank the heavens they believed it, but what if they hadn’t?

But everyone knows that you'd never hurt me, I mean who doesn't?

The button up shirt, ironed socks,

Who the hell irons socks?

People who come back to a slut like you,

He mocks.

The days get shorter, the nights darker,

The lines on my body grow lighter, as if scribbles from a dried up marker.

And they get replaced,

Too fast for me to keep up with,

And I'm running out of concealer,

My face is smudged with messed up lipstick.

And from the girl who wore her heart on her sleeve,

I went to being called a liar, a cheater, a whore,

That too by the one who had been sleeping with women who didn’t know that I existed,

And then he'd have his way with me too, no matter how much I resisted.

And then one day I gave up,

I didn’t put his things away, I didn't switch the heater off,

I didn’t clean up the table, pick up the plates and cups,

And I know he won't care, if I leave he'll just scoff.

'Good riddance' he'll mutter under his breath,

And sleep with his 'friend', who'll be his girlfriend next,

And he will be happy, that makes one of us,

Until he can't find anything in that house, like he never does,

And she might be prettier, more funny, she won't be able to realise,

When her lover, will no longer be hers.

Because it’s the 'she's' that keep changing,

He never does,

He swears he's loyal, swears I was manipulative,

That he never was.

And neither was I manipulative,

Or maybe I was.

And I never realised,

That while I was addicted, he was not.

He was merely indulging, in a new experience,

And maybe he was never in love for more than one night,

And maybe, just maybe, he had been right.

I was a slut, I was a whore, for his attention,

But I'll be fine, this time it'll be him that cries.

Over a love, that didn’t survive.