She moved
And I feel sorry for you
Because she overlooked your flaws
Your temper
Your selfishness
Your inability to love anyone but yourself.
She could have anyone in the world
But she still chose you
Everytime.
All you are now
Is a crease in her wrinkled past
A scar on her chest
A memory that fades
Faster than a photograph of you
Under her mattress.
Maybe now
She will find someone
Who loves her
Instead of someone
Who ***** the life out of her.
Never satisfied
Even with her beating heart
In his greedy hands.