Plastic Pictures Stay

I hate your pictures.
They bring back too many memories.
But I see them everywhere.
On the walls
on buses
on the sides of buildings
plastered about
in such a way
that a self centered
egocentric
attention whore
like yourself
would enjoy.

It's like this burning thorn
just placed in my mind
something you would enjoy
with your self satisfied ego.
Knowing that years later you,
yeah you,
can cause me so much pain.

I didn't ask for this
when I said I loved you
I just asked for truth.
I never asked for this
when I asked for your hand
just for truth.

But truth it seems
comes at too high a price,
fictitious as you may be
you are all I could ever see
and too high a price
to simply let me be.