"It's been 72 days since I got rid of my razor,
but I still can't get rid of you.

The scars I made 72 days ago are slowly fading,
but you're still etched into my mind.

I haven't wet the bathroom floor with my blood in 72 days, but the thought of you wets my cheeks with tears.
I haven't broken the promise I made to myself 72 days ago,
but I still can't seem to realize that promise was only to myself.

I haven't destroyed my skin in 72 days,

But *******,

You sure did destroy my heart."

-Maybe you were my fatal addiction

In his arms, I feel at home.
His steady breathing is a lullaby that can put anyone to sleep,
belly so round.
In his arms, my heart leaps.
His strong arms cover me.
Laughter fills the air,

Then,
I am thrown out to sea.

I wish you were there.
You have missed so much.
It’s almost hard to bare.
I have lost my sense of touch.
You have me feeling so alone,
why don’t you pick up the phone?
All I ever needed was you.
Instead, I feel blue.
Fathers are so essential.
I would have more potential.
But now I’m always distracted,
the girls with their dads,
have me attracted.
What I would give
to have one more hug.
But I can’t seem to forgive.
I walked away with a shrug.

A touch, A laugh, A smile.
That’s how love starts.
A love so magical
that it can be tragical.
I get the warm, fuzzy feeling.
I start revealing
who I am.
I feel stable,
Putting my thoughts on the table.
The love will never fade
at least,
that’s what they say.
A push, A cry, A tear.
Love will never reappear.
Crying on the bathroom
f l o o r,
overcame by my doom.
Hurt makes me shiver to the
c o r e
Heart's should be on a chain.
Maybe that way,
I’ll use my brain.