The line we walk is paper thin,
where love and hate look the same.
You like to play pretend,
but this is more to me than just a game.

You think you're blameless,
like the bad is just me alone.
But I was young and shameless,
and still, you stripped me right to the bone.

while I was fighting the very demons
you once promised me you would accept.
and excused all of your treason,
calling it "benign neglect. "

But you're far from harmless-
a dangerous kind of situation.
Sure to leave me heartless,
headed straight for damnation.

Why am I just so fucking good
at paying the price
for a man who never understood
the weight of a fool's paradise?

© ramblingneurotic