Bittersweet To The End
Don’t snuggle up close by my side.
Don’t kiss and massage my hide.
Don’t say you’ll always be there.
Don’t run your fingers through my hair.
Because in the morning you’ll be gone.
You’ll say that you have to run along.
All will be like it never was.
If I ask why you’ll say “Just because.”
It’s happened so many times now.
It’s just routine to you somehow.
You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.
Like you planned it from the start.
You say you would never do that.
How about the times you’ve left me flat?
To you I think it’s all a game.
To me it all seems so insane.
Yet, I’m insane to want you back.
You act as if you haven’t a care.
You say you love me but, I declare.
It’s time for me to watch my heart.
Cause you’re about to tear it apart.
You’ll be as sweet as you can be.
Then, without a word you’ll leave me.
I do nothing to bring it on.
I look around & then you’re gone.
My heart is a rubber ball kicked around.
At your desire, I have found.
You’ve ripped my heart & tore it apart.
Like you’ve planned it from the start.
You say you would never do that.
How about the times you’ve left me flat?
To you I think it’s all a game.
To me it all seems so insane.
Yet, I’m insane to want you back.
The heart can only take so much.
There’s a limit to your touch.
The emotional strain can make me snap.
PTSD is similar to all this crap.
I may snap and go berserk.
I can only take so much hurt.
When I snap you’d best beware.
By then I will no longer care.
The nightmare will finally end then.
Bittersweet to the very end.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)