Torn.

We only speak in riddles,
Showing glimmers of the truth,
Secret codes with secret meanings,
Like this poem aimed at you.

I chose to cut you out,
I threw you away, I know.
But maybe I'm doing better now,
Tell me, does it show?

These cheap lines of nothing,
Trying to make my feelings rhyme,
This poem seems so pointless,
Am I just wasting my time?

My body's broken and tired,
In fact, so is my mind,
I've given up fighting,
But, baby, know I fugging tried.

I never meant to hurt you,
Well, that's a lie, because I did,
But I don't want to be forgiven,
I don't want you to forget it.

I wonder how you're doing,
'Cause I still care how you feel,
But I had to get away,
Blaming you was killing me.

xxx