drag it out.

footsteps.
silence.
whispers.
violence.
get it over with.
it'd just be cruel to drag it out.
this life is just a myth.
nothing left to talk about.
and don't ask me why,
don't pretend you never knew,
that you were my sky-
so pure, so plain, so true.
all the pictures that you painted-
everything that was,
is now so vague and just so tainted-
thrown away...just because.
so get it over with.
i know you'll drag it out
make me beg, make me writhe,
until i scream, and shout.
and i suppose it's me who grants that power,
me who gives in,
me who cowers,
but i will say i was driven.
you've got that string around my finger,
it reminds me constantly.
and when you leave, my thoughts just linger
till you come back to me.
its not right and its not fair,
the way you play your pieces.
pretending that you care,
and then the caring ceases.
so go ahead and drag it out,
i like the pain, its worth it.
something you wouldn't know about,
and that's why you're so perfect.