What can I say to a blank page, who isn't you?
How can I place all my hopes and dreams upon it?
Hoping you'd see that with every word I write,
I aim it like an arrow to your heart.
When in reality, the dream I harboured like a nest egg,
Has shattered and now lies empty and limp upon the floor.
Then as I stare at the car crash at my feet,
And switch to gaze at your arrogantly innocent face,
I realise the truth – an epiphany if you will.
That your kind unassuming nature was nothing but a façade,
A true masterpiece!
I see it now, the cruel smirk that has my faltered heart in an iron grip,
The perplexing lies that wrap around my throat, so I can't question,
And the grand finale, the eyes that sought out your prey,
Before your sharp claws –
I can't think about it any longer, instead I want to lunge at you;
Make a protest of my own.
How could you? Why? Did you even care for me? Was there even an 'Us' to begin with?
But how can I scream and shout when it's already over,
You've already pulled the trigger,
Just look at the mess you made!
A fatal shot,
When it was me who deserved the last laugh.