You forgot the use of lace
In the very primitive forms of pride.
You lost the dictation of unrest
Though some say you tried.
She wants you to love her deeper
With a passion filled with lust.
A skint trace of unruliness
Until it all turns to dust.
Perhaps you can’t win the war
Within the trials of what was
Within you is a battle
Your reason? Just because.
You forgot to use the thread
That binds us both as one
I left a little reminder on the table
But you only found your gun.
You forgot about my dignity
My selfless use of pride
It is within us to fail
Then complain about how we tried.
We are all but petty humans
That don’t know what we are here for
There is something else more important
Sitting there keeping score.
We throw other humans away like trash
Play games on our computers
Laugh about the cost of one
Angry about the looters.
What if the cost of him
Was much more than yours?
You forgot again to put on the lock
When you chose to close the doors.