Being Set Free

[Artifice]

drama bred the second you hopped off of the bed
& started to fret about awful thoughts caught in your head
the cause & effect's got me nauseous, upset
these talks tend to put me down like sick dogs at a vet
& all of the stress that you got off of your chest
blossomed with vex & grew to become caustic with threats
instead of hurt feelings being dropped in a sec
you bottled & fostered bothers, brewing constant regrets
in moments of awkwardness where we ought to reflect
no problems addressed meant we kept acknowledging less
& all your arguments were such a logical stretch
after the first few i learned to choose to abolish the rest
in truth, there were never a lot of promises kept
toyed with my emotions to the point that the model was wrecked
like equations you made sure you were always correct
funny in trying to find why you ended up solving for ex
sad you tried to cash in on an impossible bet
banked on winning & saw me bounce like a fraudulent cheque
i think, you thought you would stay caught in my net
but when you dropped anchor my ship sailed, took a nautical trek
for you my love was deep, reaching quantum in depth
now settled at six feet, i don't weep or honour it's death
& when you left so did all that seemed wrong in my head
finally able to get a good night's sleep, sprawled on my bed