Freckles

Your hands to the sky,

you reach for the moon, 

fall short in the stars

and then throw in the towel. 

You're only as good as your next lie, 

calling the shots and taking the names, 

you love this kind of control

when you can dictate all emotions. 

As your promises fall through, 

I count my blessings, 

because being bound to your word 

would cost me my life. 

I honestly don't care enough anymore 

to give up a damn thing for you.