5:35 AM
I'm broken in a lot of ways, but this maybe the worst. I can only seem to concentrate on how bad it hurts. I wake up before the sun does and always before you. That says quite a lot, but I always end up with the resolution that I don't want it to be through. I put my heart in your hand and I thought with it too. I gave it to you bandaged and somewhat healed, then you dropped and kicked it too. Then for you to be so immature and be so quick to assume. You never once stopped to think, maybe it was you who brought all these dark clouds filled with so much gloom. And as bursting with precipitation as they may be, I'll never replenish your land. So you can go stand and rise above me again. This was exactly what I was frightened of, getting involved and waking up alone once again. I stuck my hands in too deep this time, when you weren't even my man. I sink back into my bed, while I know that savage part of you has been feed. I'm sorry I ever gave you the satisfaction, but now it's time for me to put this plan into action. So that maybe, I can get some traction. Stop slipping and sliding back and into you.At night when I wake up alone, I only want to need to want it to be through.
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