I found solace in the darkness of my heart
where memories of lost loves live.
It aches all the time, but it reminds I'm alive.
Maybe it's the pain on which I thrive--

A constant reminder, something's amiss,
what could I have done so wrong
that you feel it's okay to leave me like ****
in a toilet, never to flush--festering.

Sometimes that's the part that hurts the most...
it felt like you really liked me.

Even still, I left feeling sorry,
sorry for feeling like I hurt you,
sorry for myself,
sorry for ever believing in hope or love,
or that you could heal me or that I could heal you,
it was misguided romantic *******--

Yet, I loved every minute of it.

I may be my own worst enemy
and the only thing I may ever see in the mirror
is myself, blanketed by thoughts of what used to be
but I'll never give up on you or me.