Hampering

How am i supposed to swallow this fiery stone?
How can i just let you go, like nothing happened?
Played, used, abused, controlled,
Yes i thought that was love,
I couldn’t help but follow suit,
Every time i turned back,
A few knives would hit me,
The treachery, the betrayal,
It’s a pity that life has no manual,
That love has no teachers and masters,
That it’s only in black and white,
They called love blind, yet it’s all full light sight,
Sold to the ones I called friends,
Yes i still prefer the shadows lurking,
Like a leopard chasing without leaping,
Hunting without conquering,
Highly territorial, for it’s with assurance that trust blooms.