Biding our time..

Despite the photographs
i thought we could last
but then my past
came and you no longer care,
straight up walked past
me
left me here.

im not hiding
i am biding
time for us to be safe,
again a time for us to elate..
and love..

It wont happen now, i feel it so
i cut myself, and cry myself to sleep, ever so slow..
now i am the loser.. the one left low..
alone.

torn at the seams..
nothing is what it seems
without you..
i have nothing
..
without you, im dead,
inside and out.