Darling, look at the mess we made
You threw all your words at me
Now I have to pick up the pieces again
But I don't mind
No, I'll be fine
I do this all the time
You told me
You were leaving
And said goodbye
I closed my eyes
Tried not to cry
But it hurt without you
How long can I hold onto hope
How long before I see it go
The stars always seemed to grow
But now I'm overgrown
So you let me go, oh no
It's been months since I left you
You came back but I was done since June
And I'm sorry that I made you blue
But it hurt to be with you
Darling, look at the mess we made
You threw your words at me
Now I have to pick up all the pieces
But I don't mind
No, I'll be fine
You do this all the time
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PuisiMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
