(via songbirdsweresinging)
Rotten Roots
Your initials now mean,
To me,
Rotten Roots,
R.R..
Because that’s all you ever planted with me.
That’s how it started.
You lured me into your fake
Blue eyes,
Your lippy
Smile
And promised me time.
Well, that time wasn’t ever meant
For me.
I would have been fine,
It you had told me
From the start.
Then you were gone,
For a while.
Came back about three,
Four,
Or was it
Five
Months later?
I can’t recall,
But you came back.
It was a surprise
Because I really wasn’t expecting you
At all.
I wasn’t planning
To know you ever
In the future.
And you became
My next four,
Four fucking years.
But I don’t think it all
Really counts.
No.
They don’t.
Your snickering about
My anything and
Lack of understaning
About whatever you felt
wasn’t related to you.
I related it to you.
I don’t know when you realized.
Or if you even have.









