It's been four years since we last saw his face,
Four long years since he's come back to this...
I'm sorry that I used you to get what I wanted
Stepped on your soul just for my pleasure...
I shouldn't have ignored
the signs that kept...
This emptiness
I have inside...
Open wounds
My arms are sore...
Melancholy filled tears,
her hazel eyes...
You see me unable to breathe,
choking with every grasp of air...
Tears fall
fast and hard...
I think I wrote you
too many poems...
The shouting and teasing I try to bare
The threats I take makes my heart tare...
The alluring ambiance
of afterglow is peeking...
I fear the candles you
adorn my bed with...