Scars on her ankle
scars on her legs...
Floundering and lonely soul
Losing control...
I sit back to watch and wonder
how my life is so incomplete...
There comes a time when we all lose someone we are...
I always wonder how I would survive without you...
I'm emotionally attached
Then I decided to detach...
If I disappear with the morning,
Will your bitterness follow my wake...
My skin is beginning to rip,
my blood begins to drip...
I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings...
I ask of you to wipe my tears
with a last lecture you give me...
Cast out
The woman who put so much into loving you...
I want these words
to wash across me...
Cliched promises,
unrealistic dreams...