I can't help it
I still wonder why
You felt the need
To lie like that
To go behind my back,
Stab me in it,
Then twist the knife
There are some days
I am reminded of its absence
And I am bitter
And broken
And unable to say "I love you"
Or return hugs
Or fake a smile
It's all hard to do
When there is no pulse
And you are simply
A walking corpse
