I've had a friend or two too many
And a love or two too little
But I've lived just to live
A penny for a penny
And each and every heartbreak
And each and every goodbye
Each and every broken tie
But it's yours I can't rid
Maybe it's because you said I love you
Maybe because of the way you left
Maybe it's the way we loved at night
Or the way I believed it was just us two
Maybe it's your voice ringing
Or the pictures hiding in my camera roll
Maybe it's the way you held my soul
Like a master holds his doll
It could've been your heartbeat
And the way I listened to it at night
Or possibly your lips
And the way they enhanced your heat
I've always loved to lose
It's a constant in my life
But your absence is a knife
To the pain I've been dealt a million times
And your memory is my ease
Your leather jacket brings me sleep
Where I dream of what I couldn’t keep
Where your arms finally warm me
I have always loved to lose
And the love I never hold
But this time I loved to live
And losing life has left a much deeper bruise
A/N: Went through a breakup recently. It's the hardest person I've ever lost. I'll live through it.
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The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
