the first lie you told me was when you swore to never hurt me.
the last came the day i left when you spat that you had loved me.
dear boy,
love does not transition to past tense overnight.

You ever love some one so much you'd walk through a physical storm for them? Make sure they're warm and safe.
My baby ain't coming back, I've got to change my act. But it's hard to see what's going on I'm a have to react.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a be alright. All it takes is music and a motivation to write. I find myself writing the same things woth different metaphors.
I glace out the window picturing her next to me. Feel the chills all the way down to my feet.
Toxic, betrayal, and love threw knives. But I'll still have her back. Not like I'm a monster I'm just trying to get back on track.

i have been
conditioned to
think that working
is more important than
my health.