The girl he knows
Whose the replica of me
Except I’m not replaceable by anybody.
She’s the closest to his heart
Until he leaves her for me
But she will never love him.
To me he’s ripped the heart to shreds
And he’s taken whatever was left
And made it into a whip for others
He wastes no time
Destroying the lives of the girls
Closest to his heart
Both of us.
We take our fears to the paper
And we write until our fingers bleed
For his ideas of faith and love
Are tainted and unreal.
I’ve left the suffering
When he took a walk out the door
But he turned to her, and she’s taking beatings
From the abusive boys who owns all.
Our writings is the testimony
To all he’s done to us.
We don’t think he knows his damage.
But the extent is the same for both.
Only one of use loves him
And yet we are treated the same.
As slaves of his evil love
As losers to his little game.
Her words are thrashing
Burning his soul unknowingly
Having to take pain from him
And having to place it on something
That can’t fight back
We get so angry it hurts us
To think of the amazing things to do
Yet this power can only strengthen us
We know he is the ultimate fool.