Traitors and whores

I wonder if she thinks I am as shallow as the things I do.
I wonder if she knows I'm not.
I wonder if she can understand
the envy that rots my will
that blinds me at moments of opportunity
that blurs the fine line between joy and sorrow
because what I have, is only temporary.

But not her,
She represents the eternal
It is a shame, that she doesn't see that what I did,
is merely show her who is not worth being by her side
who is not worth her time.
For those, who are willing to trade the eternal joy, for the temporary, deserve to be stabbed by its ending.

Poetry by zana
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Written on 2015-10-05 at 19:54

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Ivan R
Beautiful and highly disturbing