What I sufficed

What you misused is what I sufficed.
What I thought was true was a complete lie.
I tiptoed around your metaphors
And did a rain dance in your convincing cries.
Why God must I be such an advocate of love?
It’s not my ally.
It carries the heaviest weight.
But you mirrored it as light as a feather.
Ill do anything for you,
From being your personal hoe, to planting seeds
that needs to grow,
Yet you secretly wish I wasn’t so fast,
And I wish I wasn’t so slow.
So in essence, I became your muse.
Or so I thought.
I’m simply amusement to you.
So now it’s a selfish brawl,
In which we started walking before we crawled.
You use me to sharpen your saw,
& I’m left with the indignant features
Of a broken law.
My heart swells for you as yours deflate.
Yes this can be classified as ying and yang
but this is a state of belligerency
Like Chad and Sudan.
These thousand paper cranes illustrating my broken
heart flies in a distance of time where can’t relive.
Then I see you, the dove, flying free.
Same doves that’s used for funerals.

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