Nights like these
Make his mind freeze
Thinking about her warmth
Thoughts running deep
As they introduce depression
He tries to press on with no passion
She loved him as he drunk her poison
Draining his passion while changing his definition of a thing called love

He tried to find it in others
But forgot that he left his ex lover under cover
Broken hearts take years to recover
Hoping to still be her lover
praying that it’s not over,
wishing she would of stayed longer

An addict to pain she let him control her emotions
Tried to leave
but found herself coming back
to an empty home
An empty throne
An empty chest.....

So She took his heart,
and left a suicide note
Which wrote
Your love was cut throat
So I took what kept you alive
Now let’s see how you will survive
It was better when I was by your side
But you decide hurting me was best way of keeping me alive,
I loved you but died inside

My silence will be what heals you with time
Don’t miss me when I am not around
Need me while I am still alive
I loved you physically and mentally
but you broke me emotionally
Took trust from me
now I seek it underneath empty liquor bottles, sleep well as you dream of naked models
who won’t comfort your sorrows

If love comes my way again
I will remember you
And hope I never love another killer like you
Here I stand free and alone,
so watch me as I rebuild my throne
Full of love and compassion

Only time could tell how she changed
Bipolar was her attitude, becoming anti-gratitude
Loving me one second
the next second acting like I never existed
Modern love is bipolar
Attention seeking, led by moments of avoiding
Late responses, and silent tears
Afraid of sharing fears
But always the first to volunteer
Love from an empty chest with palms-full of tears
because we don’t believe in longevity,
no sustainability in a world that preaches unity, filled with hearts that survive on being lonely
She 32 and marriage is not in her future
She married her independence
Which visits her late nights
As she cries herself to sleep
While looking at beautiful city sites from her penthouse loft
Trauma molested her mind
now she is afraid to commit
Judging others
but afraid of looking deep in the mirror
No amount of mascara can cover up the scars
Dying alone starts to feel like a norm
She states that some pain is better felt alone
With no king to give her, her crown
She still seeks validation for her emotions
Never satisfied so she keeps seeking attention
Attracting wishful thinkers, and addicts
Confirming the love they have for her
by giving her social page a few likes, lustful comments in her comment section,
As they please her eyes but **** the soul
Lonely is her heart, lately she been feeling jaded
When it come to matters of the heart

Ignoring Christ well he waited
She went and did what Eve did
Torn apart, she became a victim to insecurity
While searching for security

Lesson learned When Christ Knocks I hope she reads this and learns listens

Stuck in Marvins Room
Wondering who is loving you the way I used to
Wished I knew the pain of losing you
While I still had you
Regret hits deeper than Cupid’s arrows
Now I sit back and drink my own sorrow
Darkness looms on my head “No halo“
Wake up in the morning with no hello’s
Missing your voice like an over thrown pass
I wish I could of been the last to last
Took you for granted thinking your love was always gon be granted
Missing pieces of me
cause I left them inside of you
This broken heart
can’t even be fixed with a million pounds of glue
I tried therapy, but no words
can take back what I did to you
Locked in Marvins room and only time can unlock me