Harsh Truth
"One poem, three subjects, one woman" - Harsh Truth. Your love was as strong as the pine-sol on the dirty floor. Leaving you felt like walking barefoot on holy water as I got closer to the door. I couldn’t even clean up the mess with our very own mop or broom, Instead I just ran like hell leaving every single thing there inside of our room. And I didn't even look back, I knew if I did you would try to get me to come back, And there was nothing left inside me to let you retract. Because I did my time, By doing what I thought was genuinely right. So when I got out I knew that I had to follow my heart, Turns out both of those things only left me alone in the dark. Yet I still permitted an old flame to be re-lit, That I now only repent for allowing it. I guess the true love that I thought was real turned out to be a sin, Now she has you so I guess she wins. But the truth is that nobody wins. Not you, not me, not her or him. I’d rather be told the harsh truth t...