the covers of the bed are not the only coverings held around my body.
cuts from imperfections, bruises from allegations and an intersection of stupid lies.
the tremble of my heart as i look into your eyes, the ones i deemed to love but yet i do despise.
the dark corridor to my heart was crossed by only you, but now that you are gone, what am i to do?
alone and hopeless, there i lie.
will you pick me up and put me down one more time?
