Damage Control

When someone in the past done something and you have to ask someone to fix a wound....

Six years gone past living in illusions

Hearing love at last but getting more contusions

Faking words and feelings

Clouding reality with bullshit feedings

You wondered off to let me die

No love, no care just simply no excuse

Find another body so you can hide and well seduce

Expectations you gave we simple yet complex

But you held my heart in mixed perplex

Left me alone and wondering why

Now I find my emotions are still damaged good

And someone else has to work more than she should

In carrying a flame, reassuring it's no deception

That its real and no game or hearts exception

I hopes she is willing to try