Leave

I hear a clutter in the kitchen
It's you.
You leave a distateful sense in this house.
Tried to distort me
Did you not?
Twist the emotions I did not have.
Such a failure you were,
such a failure

I live the life of a
nomad. I drag my belongings with me
through the snow, ice
while you live the life of a
liar. Forever a slave to your stories,
lies. Trust me,
you won't get far.

So I leave with my possessions
and leave with you believing
you had won.
But I leave with my emotions
in tact. I shall drag it
in one piece, even through
tougher times in life.
And unlike your lies,
which stay twisted and permanent,
all I will ever leave
are just marks in the snow.