If you’re reading this, it’s over

If you’re reading this, you’re dead
I watched you burn slowly like a thread
Then stuffed your ash in this piece
Till your argument cease
And all the lies dried like bread.

Love is beautiful and blind
Reality opens the eyes and mind
To feel pain, and see the fire
Now I know who’s the liar
If you’re reading this, I left you behind.

Victor Oyedele