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At Best

Have you ever been in so much pain

That your insides fell out

of your scarred and shaking self?

Where all of the places inside

that once were alive

are dead and suffering no more?

Once your heart takes a hit

From a hurricane

It’s all rearranged

Full of disaster,

And water stains

From your tears

you cry.

Like water from a leaking faucet

Your eyes are never quite dry.

Never quiet,

When you lie down at night

Put your face in your pillow

pretending to sleep

You cover your ears

So you can’t hear yourself weep.

You poor and lonely

Heartbroken soul,

Didn’t you know?

Love is too fragile to keep

Love is too fleeting to stay

You should have known

That when he went away

He wouldn’t come back the same.

Because JUST love,

Can’t keep him warm

And JUST love can’t keep him happy enough

Until your next call

Because he’s not happy

With you at all.

Because he’s moved on

And left you out of breath

From all of your guessing

And all his regrets

Have left you empty handed,

At best.

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ashley-marie-warrer
Published
Jan 26, 2010
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9/5/09 Ashley Warrer

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