Our love
Was destined to fail
Instead of seeing me
For all the things I was
You saw me
For all the things I was not

It is not the future that I am afraid of
The prospect of repeating the past
Is what scares me the most

Your lips on my neck
And your hand between my thighs
Is better than any antidepressant
A dr could prescribe

I awoke to a sunrise so beautiful
Monet himself dare not
Attempt to capture its beauty

Every time a heart breaks
It grows a little harder

Loneliest  is the moment
When you have no one to run to
The one that eases the pain
Is the one causing the hurt
Where do I go now? To whom do I turn?
Back to the lips that lied?
Back to the finger tips that betrayed?