Guilt Trips like Rat Poison

If I told you once, long ago, so long ago,
that you were mine,

How long would you believe me?

Forever and ever?
Till eternity split down the middle and god himself announced the end times?
Till oceans ran dry and sea creatures grew lungs to breathe fresh air?

How long?

When would you let go? When would you give up?

If you loved me,

Would you believe until the end?

Poor woman,

I’m fucked, I’m twisted,
I’m so broken,

Why must you love so hard?

Please stop, I can’t breathe,
and honestly,

I can’t live with the Guilt,

Anymore.