And be in awe and guilt stricken for treating me the way you did
But I know in the end you would deny it all
It’s your accomplishment that make you most proud
How many trophies are on your shelf?
They’ve been tarnished by you, I’m sure
It was my innocence and lack of confidence that was your kryptonite
But you weren’t expecting my despise of games
And having me call you on your shit
Did you ever stop running when you fled the scene?
Was that your tail between your legs or your next reward
For being such a damaged little boy?
My eyes kept rolling at the the sound of your sad stories
My darling, self-pity at its best
If you were to approach me now
I’d like to give you an earful
Though I know you’d resist and play the victim
I’m ready to let this go
These passing years have proven a challenge
Though I think of you often
I’ve never tried to reach you though
Just understanding
That’s all I’m asking
Just for you to come clean
That little boy who needed love
Who was naive enough for your tricks
Became scorned and sought revenge
But now anger has subsided
And if I’m being honest
When I think of the first night
With the sky and that song you loved
I realize “32…” was an understatement
There were many more to the entanglement
You likely will never read this
Or the others I’ve written
But since I haven’t heard words I’ve longed to hear
These words are my only bit of closure
