#41


Rough grip
Left me like a rag on the bed
Half dressed and broken
Says he loves me
Never knew love like this
Soft tone
But each word deliberate
Drips like poison
Every syllable
Flipping between loving and cold
Tells me to go
Yet frets when I leave
So I stay
And I stay
And I stay
’Til there's nothing good left of me
At long last
Cool breeze
Carries me away