I cant, I cant
Just sit here alone
Its late and dark inside my empty home
Laying on the couch staring at my phone
Hoping you call, or message, or text
Or mail a letter or package, something
Anything. Please
I cant. Oh god I cant
My heart hurts so much
The feeling so cruel, how do you do it?
Making me question our love, and here I sit
Too broken to care, burnt out to throw a fit
I take a match that I lit
The match was so warm like our love just before
It makes me wanting more
It feels so good this match in my hand
Reminds me of the love
That we used to have.
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Conflicting Emotions
PoetryJust some thoughts and feelings I get every now and then that I decided to write down, so enjoy I guess.
