I relied on you for years

I love you for years

I give my heart to you for years

I’ve healed

I had kneeled

Yet they still cradle you in their arms

This is not a farm

You cannot just come up to me and pretend that you have changed

But nothings changed. It’s just the same frame.

You are nothing but a picture frame that stays the same for years and years, until it rot and trots in the very dirt, of where my heart stands

Your frame may be sinister, but the glass you lay behind, just proves to me that you are nothing but a splinter that’s nagging me in my skin, that I’ll only pick at for the rest of my life

This is nothing but a hello or bye or why have I let my heart cry for something that will be nothing but a picture frame, something that will not only feel like a splinter or a blister

Cause you’re nothing but a filter.