It was supposed to be a day of many more to come.

But unbeknownst to me, that I’d be left tased and shocked like a stun gun.

Though a familiar feeling, that was abandonment.

It wasn’t spur of the moment or some fucked up accident.

Pre-mediated Orchestrated emotional dismantlement.

The fire inside dims like the wick of one of your candles lit.

There was a time you were oh so hesitant.

Of allowing our hearts to intertwine and weave.

Distrust, you thought I had malicious intent with tricks up my sleeve.

Tasked to never break your heart seemed impossible to achieve.

Funny how you did the exact opposite of what you asked of me.

Now I’m the one broken and left to grieve.

Sometimes it feels like you never really left.

Now you’re in L.E.S. That’s manhattans east coast.

I still step through Q3 and stare right at your transparent ghost.

7 days, it’s the exorcism.

No longer falling prey to the attractive hypnotism.

Disjointed unit.

You played the game like G-unit.

Refuse to allow myself to be sold short.

I am no option, nor am I a last resort.

You’ll miss me that I am sure of.

No need to provide an explanation of why I’m such a defective creation.

Never will you find another heart made of pure love.

You know you won’t have to because I won’t be sharing what already belongs to you.