Sunday, September 27, 2009

what'd you say


you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. You showed me who I wanted. And then who I didn't. You ticked every box. And then drew a line. You weren't mine to begin with. And then not to end with. You looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hated. You get thought of every day. And not in a good way. You let me leave. And then wish I'd stayed. You almost killed me. But I didn't die.