Only if your ego knew…

How does it feel to gather emotions that escaped a luv’rs the heart? From multiple luv’rs that can’t feel anything bcuz you broke in and stole the charisma of their charm. Is it settling to be desired by strangers that become more friends as you threw them back into the world? Discarding their dreams with a heaving whirl. What is it like to live in someone else’s head that can only see the good you refuse to be? Acting out the script in the middle of the hype of getting to know what it takes to set people free. To own portions of pieces of them you’ve never once truly earned. Do you sit upon your thrown as your feet rests on others that have been hurt and not rude in an imaginary hurst? Did the victim mentality create a version of you that can only be seen when it’s a lil too late? Even if you won’t admit it, that’s being fake. Playing others for gains until your tolerance gets bored. Are you what everyone claims is an attraction whore? With so much unused luv left in table where food was to be eaten. All bcuz self is the most impotent player in the game that can’t be beaten. We all know the first one to speak after a breakup creates the scenario that tarnishes the character of the unspoken. As silent truths are forsaken within the broken. So is it that you’re living in your fairytale due to your conscious cannot relate to how pain feels. Cutting ties in the blink of an eye prior to another loss as you just can’t bare to be real. With the capture of so many cherished moments you’ve taken from memories that somehow linger. How is it that it’s you that points the finger? Were you robbed of your essence and never healed? Instead you adjusted to being deceiving with false promises to seal the deal? How many have you claimed for your personal keep? Do you feel better at night as it helps sleep. Forever wanted by needs you abandoned to dangle in the wind. Question is, do you’re really think you are missed? Who’s dead to who? Only if your ego knew…