It was September when I came undone
Called my mama and told her I found the one
And then January came
My life became
Centred on yours
Moth to flame
But the flame burned bigger and I burnt raw
And then one day
"I can't be with you anymore"
But how can I abandon you when you're a part of my being
A kidney, a heart, a wound un-healing
And you say you're a fighter, so where's your fight?
There in the morning and gone by night.
And my heart asks me how to forget you
Your laugh and your smile and your cowardice too
But the thing about night is that it always turns to day
The thing about wounds is that they always fade
The thing about pain is that we don’t remember it when it goes away
The thing about you?
Well when you're gone, then gone you'll stay.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
It was September when I came undone
Called my mama and told her I found the one
And then January came
My life became
Centred on yours
Moth to flame
But the flame burned bigger and I burnt raw
And then one day
"I can't be with you anymore"
But how can I abandon you when you're a part of my being
A kidney, a heart, a wound un-healing
And you say you're a fighter, so where's your fight?
There in the morning and gone by night.
And my heart asks me how to forget you
Your laugh and your smile and your cowardice too
But the thing about night is that it always turns to day
The thing about wounds is that they always fade
The thing about pain is that we don’t remember it when it goes away
The thing about you?
Well when you're gone, then gone you'll stay.
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