Forget the fact,

that you love to echo your lies.

Say one thing,

say it again another way,

to another girl.

Staying

here

is harder

then it looks.

I begged him to stay,

I pleaded with his soul with my broken spirit,

speaking in languages and tongues that only we understood.

He says that I'm an Angel,

star crossed

to be as one with his devil.

The sun went down on my idea for him long ago.

As though truth

wouldn't tare me apart when I knew it.

Until we met again,

I'll follow something else.