Convenience [a]
How convenient it is for you
That you are the shore that greets the ship i sail home
Yet to you,
I am just a grain of sand.
How convenient it is for you
That you are my galaxy
Yet to you,
I am just a star you once wished upon
How convenient it is for you
That your voice was the soundtrack of all my days
Yet to you,
there was no melody when I spoke
How convenient it is for you
That you are my light, my candle in the darkness
Yet to you,
I am simply the moth you cleverly seduced
How convenient it is for you
To ask questions, and break down walls
Yet to you
I am not worthy enough to know your demons.
How convenient it is for you
To awaken my most inner desires
Yet to you
My touch was not enough to satisfy your hunger
How convenient it is for you
That my love for you spread like wildfire, igniting everything in it’s path
Yet to you
I burned down your home.
How convenient it is for you
That your scent remains on my skin
Yet to you
Your skin is scarred by my grasp
How convenient it is for you
To come in and out of my life as you please
Yet to you,
You never really left,
And I never really let you in.
-M