You said, "give it time and you'll feel better."
At first, I believed you and so dragged myself on.
But now, every day more acute than the last,
I've come to hate those words you left me with.
They linger for hours into the night while I pretend to sleep
They take from me the future of ours, each time anew
It was a lifetime ago, but my wounds are still deep
Held by the stitches of the last words you shared
Unable to heal in the salve of time,
Kept fresh by the miasma of your tales
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
You said, "give it time and you'll feel better."
At first, I believed you and so dragged myself on.
But now, every day more acute than the last,
I've come to hate those words you left me with.
They linger for hours into the night while I pretend to sleep
They take from me the future of ours, each time anew
It was a lifetime ago, but my wounds are still deep
Held by the stitches of the last words you shared
Unable to heal in the salve of time,
Kept fresh by the miasma of your tales