untitled (for now)

untitled (for now) inside a line of broken words a million lies in a single verb love is a cursed fucking word a paragraph of every lie each and every line a memory stitched in time a reminder of the places and people who left me behind my life is so, as i made it be and you wont hear a fucking thing from me not a complaint not a rhyme not one lousy little alibi all choices made were made by me even if not the person i thought i should be a broken heart and shattered core a stupid bastard without a soul people hurt and thats a fact even if i could id never take it back i cant make you understand dont ask me to, im still a man not in the sense of a macho thing but as a human i fail to be just like you and i hate that but i am soon gone and not coming back if you had just one last chance would you ever wanna face me like that?