I broke my heart,
again and again,
it was no one's fault but my own,
and at night,
I remembered when we shared a room,
when we had our hands intertwined,
when we were one in the same,
and even now,
especially now,
I felt sick when you weren't with me,
I felt like half of a whole,
I felt like it wasn't the same,
same as what,
I did not know,
but I loved you,
more than I loved myself,
and I was convinced that because we came in together,
we would go out guns blazing,
eye to eye,
hand in hand
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