I can't believe
As you enjoy the warm air
And cheap booze
I sit here on a porcelain throne
Away from young eyes
To cry this empty tears
For the years now lost
To us.
I was fine
But your name
Sickens me.
She did nothing wrong
Her actions are human.
It's yours
Knowing this would happen
Knowing you would hurt me like this
Thinking that a kiss or two from her
Would be worth it
Because I anxiously said it was okay
Even though you were the one that talked to me out of it
And not three days later
Knowing I still loved her
Did it
Because I am so far.
"It's easier," you said.
Easier? How is leaving me
Knowing you would hurt me
Knowing I am hurt
Knowing that you are with her
And at least your happy
And she is okay.
How is that easier
That someone who grew up with you
Is sitting on a porcelain throne
Crying empty tears
For now empty years.
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