If our love was a poem,

I’d frame it and place it

Next to the Mona Lisa

So that it will live on forever

Next to a  masterpiece.

I kissed the devil for a brief moment of ecstasy
But lost my heavenly treasure.
And now I stand outside the gates
On my knees, one last time
Hoping You’ll forgive me once more.

The cruelest form of heartbreak
I’ve ever experienced
Was loving someone
Who couldn’t love
Themselves long enough
To stay alive.
For me.

I wish I could tell you the cruelest form of heartbreak
But you are no longer here
To read this.

So ask me what the cruelest form of heartbreak
That I’ve ever witnessed
And I’ll tell you:
It’ s loving someone
Who couldn’t stay alive
Long enough to
Know her worth.