Moment of ventilation.

So these memories have resurfaced about you and your past love
And these thoughts left me with a rude awakening like a sign from above
With these thoughts, come insecurities of how you left me neglected
Pathetic, is how I feel, with thoughts of your past being erected.
But how am I supposed to feel while my mind is infected?
You blame me for being mad and tell me just to forget it ?
You say your words meant nothing and I have no cause for concern?
But it’s obvious that it’s for your past love that you yearn.
And this leaves me in a bad spot, because I never learn.
I get hurt and hurt again, this shits starting to burn.
Put yourself in my shoes and tell me this shit isn’t wrong.
Put yourself in my shoes and YOU try to stay strong.
Cause I’ve been working at this shit for so GOD DAMN LONG.
And I’m contemplating whether or not in each other’s arms we belong.
So what do I do? You tell me. Cause I haven’t a clue.
Do I leave? Do I stay? Should I just get over you?
Do you wanna go back to that relationship based on lies?
Do you wanna run back to the person that you truly despise?
Do you wanna run back to me every night while you cry?
Cause I won’t have it. Not this time. So rethink your decision.
Your words, they turn to knives. Causing a deeper incision.
Stabbing at my heart and soul, with the utmost precision.
And I’m hoping that your words don’t reflect your position.
And I’m hoping the thought of me and you, is what you’re all about.
Cause if this is a lie we’re living, with the quickness I’ll be out.
And I’m still working on getting past your past inebriations.
Your drunken actions that inevitably led to my insecurities creation.
And lately the only words we share are words of confrontation.
We can’t even seem to have a fucking civil conversation
Ever since you came back, and started your infiltration
Of my mind, heart and soul. Taking me as a whole.
Hope you weren’t acting from the start, only playing a role.
Cause slowly and slowly, your second thoughts will surely take it’s toll.
Cause these thoughts, are the same thoughts that I’ve had from the start.
The same thoughts that always seemed to drive us apart.
The same thoughts that made me question, “ do you miss him at all?”
To the point where it wasn’t IF, but WHEN you would fall?
Back into his arms where you’ve been one too many times before.
And your poem was from the heart, making it hard to ignore.
Talking about maybe in the long run your past love will resurface
Making it seem that everything we share now is just worthless.
Seemingly making it seem, that May eighth two thousand eight
Already has a time limit, it’s own expiration date.
So fuck it don’t take this personally, I just had to ventilate
Cause I’m not the type of guy to just sit around and wait
So in the words of you my love, let’s just leave it up to fate.