Four weeks straight
Nothing but tears
Waiting by the phone
He never called
When we did talk
We fought
A little more of me would die
With each tear, harsh word, & cold glare
Drunk with insomnia
No sobriety in sight
A ball of tightly wound emotions
That's me
Add a timer & a fuse
I might explode
Gotten good at pretending
Yea everything is fine
At closer examination I'm everything but that
You admitted you were soul mates
I felt the same
Didn't have the heart to say it
Yet you still wont come back
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