Who are you to seek understanding from others when
you have none for your self. To ask someone to wait until
— are ready to commit. Why bother with the questions or
—r promises of change, knowing it’s a façade to keep
—r pain at bay.
Do the drugs feel better than her love? Fill
a space you can’t seem to fill, for real? That temporary high, the
smoke, the snort, the needle, the pill. Was it better than her
hands rubbing, caressing, giving you something real?
Will it be worth losing her, worth the lies, and secrets, knowing
you broke the deal.
Does it feel right, knowing you keep things from her, when the goal
is to be come o n e. Or in your mind is it just an empty shotgun.
Is her heart as cold as you think, if it is why do you bother giving her
your own, when you think she has nothing to give you in return.
Do you think she will stay? That love is enough for her to turn her
eyes the other way.