Lambs for Sacrifice

Life sucker.
Blood sucker.
Your pretty little words
Got stuck in my pretty little head

I thought for a moment
That you cared
When you looked at me
With wide eyes and an open mouth

You're still under my skin
In a way that leaves me
Clawing at the flesh
But I can't tear you out
You've leaked into my veins
Bled into my heart.

I didn't know
When you told me
Not to write about snakes
That you would be the replacement

I didn't know
When you told me you loved me
That I would be the one
Screaming in the street

I didn't know
The our spark you spoke of
Was nothing compared
To the fire you started yourself

So this is my poetic "Fuck you"
Because even though
You stopped thinking about me
The moment I flew home
You haven't left my dreams

And this is my poetic "Fuck you"
For being another torn page
In this book of broken lovers
That I cannot stop from writing

And this is a poetic "Fuck me"
For falling for it all again.