The Blood & The Bones

When you’re on the road or with those people you share your life stories with and they ask you about me I hope you tell the truth. They should know who they rub elbows with.

I hope you tell them you’re the worst kind of monster. One who wears the mask of a kind soul but underneath he is watching and waiting for the perfect time to strike and take what he wants over and over again until you are full of broken promises, self-serving lies and desolate numbness. So much hurt you can’t even feel anything anymore but empty.

And you can try to justify your actions and tell them you didn’t do anything wrong, really. It was all for the best to cast her aside. You left all the pieces. Even if she trusted you to be the one who didn’t break her, you at least left her with that, right? But you didn’t. You took some with you just like you take from others. You leave people full of pinholes from all the lies. But that’s ok, because now that’s how we will let the light of the truth shine through.

I hope you tell them you’re a man so selfish he destroys others and doesn’t even bother to look back at the destruction. Because you aren’t really a man at all, are you? No, you’re just a coward.

And I hope your wrecking ball tongue will keep you company when you’ve destroyed everyone around you. When there is nothing left because you took too much and gave nothing back. Because you thought it was ok to always play to lose.

Thankfully, I finally saw you for who you really are, the face you hide behind the mask. And I’ll never fall for it again. If I see you on the street I won’t even bother saying hello because you’re a stranger. You always have been. Your lies are your identity. And I loved who I thought you were, not the monster you became. So, now your name will go on the first page of the chapter of my greatest regrets.

Peace, love and go fuck yourself.

LL.