You tear into me when I wake
When I think.
Eat.
Sleep.
You make me warm a while
then you go.
And I'm left to
pick up
what's left.
Even though I know:
your pain
keeps
me
alive.
So it can't surprise me when
it hurts even more
each time you come back
because I can't
say
no.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
You tear into me when I wake
When I think.
Eat.
Sleep.
You make me warm a while
then you go.
And I'm left to
pick up
what's left.
Even though I know:
your pain
keeps
me
alive.
So it can't surprise me when
it hurts even more
each time you come back
because I can't
say
no.
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