Judas

grow up

Forgive me, Judas!

Your ween - about us, 

I couldn't buy. 

Though the idea of being loved by you, 

To believe that I did try. 

Was I insolent?

To the man with credos so blunt. 

Did I thwart your manhunt? 

Did it surprise you to see,

An irrational girl being reluctant? 

I was in a sarcophagus,

powerfully sealed, 

You revoke the curse, 

Thinking you could control my heel. 

But as you touch, 

I started to bleed.

You promised to heal 

but continued to Caedis. 

But you started your plead,

As some girl named,

Aasha, Christina or Krishana, and Riya freshly fleed, 

Oh sure sure, I'll take that on heed. 

"I need some time," your letter reads. 

If you gave me some hope; I would have accede, 

But you were never mine to keep. 

So, that was all tame, 

For you, Me, and my feelings, it was just a game.

It was lame, 

To end it all in words in a few lines; twenty and seven. 

But mark my words, 

this time, 

you crossed the line

by masquerading as mine.