The death drive, driving me

Driving me home

Teleportation to the dark side

Where my mirror image resides and concocts deviant schemes

My soul shall repent for

Reams of tears to release and unleash

As if from a sheath, a torrent of thundering rain ejects from open eyes

Taking comfort in the pain

Yet I cannot stop this endless stream that is flowing like a river violently raging through

The landscape desolate, barren and cruel

You used “I love you” as a tool

You did not mean it when you said it

Maybe you were lonely

Maybe you were ready for a change

Maybe you were in love with the idea of love

The motives are sometimes rather strange

When you use “I love you” the way you do

So casually and misconstrued

So recklessly, too easy, monotonous, untrue…

I did know better

…but it was not the excellence of your theatrics that sold me

That particular trait is not something new

It was the length of time and dedication invested

To bring down the boundaries and the walls

To get me to say “I love you” too

…yet it really was not true