I will poor down
Down the glass
With my eyes closed
I’ll see you
I wish I could stop you
But I won’t
You are you
With all your bad and goods
It’s hard to admit it hurts
But it does
I can feel the splinters
Going thru my skin
And a little dusty blood drip
Crawls over my face
I wished to cry but I can’t
I won’t force the tears
I’ll dream tonight
About you
Breaking my trust again
But it’s fine,,
Cause it won’t heal again
Never more,,
It rips me open slowly
But it’s a good thing
I’ll stitch it
So you won’t be able
To break me like a little stick
Once more
Not once more
I shall see my reflection
Crying about a nothing
Tears on a face
So sorry for feeling like this
And I blame myself
Cause your everything and more
And you must do what you feel is right
But I could never Smile and say “ok Dear,, it’s Fine”
Perhaps I should,, next time