Thursday, September 8, 2016
It's 1am
And I still can't sleep
Of course
Of course he has your birthday
It's fitting actually
The two pieces of my heart stuffing their souls inside compact bodies
On the same day of the year.
Oh but the pain is fresher now,
Oozing from me uncontrollably
Like padding from an old teddy bear.
Put me back together, won't you
No you won't
It would be so easy
But you won't
Now this one too I have to battle
Start from the scratch
And he won't know what he's done while he's doing it
Twisting the same knife
That killed me four years prior
It could be so easy
Such an easy fix
But not to be.
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