and when i say my prayers for the last time,
begging god to make him stay;
and when i tell him i love him,
for my selfish desires-
security and comfort;
and when i lose my mind
due to the lack of his touches and words;
and when he tries to fix the broken doll,
that was once so beautiful,
but miserably fails;
and when he thinks he's right,
but all the signs tell me it's wrong,
but i continue as if i hadn't felt anything at all;
and when i hear the words
he used to tell me
like an alibi
for all the sins he's committed,
i know that he's not mine anymore.
and; h.k
