an old wound

i saw the light inside your eyes,
i felt your heartbeat through the screen.
i can’t believe i sympathised
the things you said. a fool i’ve been,

a fool i am, a fool i’ll stay.
i scream and cry, i disobey.
my mind is clear but heart’s insane,
i knew the whole truth all the way.

i was a girl, i was a dream,
i was a star, i was surreal,
i was a gift, i was a scene,
i was the maximum you feel,

i was the first breathe that you take
after emerging from the water.
i was the sea, i was the lake,
i was somebody’s pretty daughter.

i had no justice, was a victim
of cruel treatment and abuse
but at the same time was a victor
regardless of the recent news.

i was your favourite, was fitting,
was someone who was taken care of,
i had a perfect mouth to spit in
and pretty p*ssy to j*rk off on.

i was the best, i was the sexiest,
the hottest and the perfect choice
but you were lying at my happiest
and used me, left me, even poised.

and what’s the point? you’re satisfied,
your deepest needs are covered clearly.
and there’s no use in further lies
when i already loved you dearly.

so you can leave. i let you go.
but i would never do the same.
and now when you’re on your own
you hear from me: “прощай, my babe”.