You told me it would be okay,
And I believed you, my mistake.
I had to choose you or my life,
Then through my heart you plunged the knife
Of sorrow, hatred, and despair.
You ran your hand throughout my hair
Repeating that life wasn’t fair.
You looked into my eyes and then
Promised me it would be okay again.
Once again I saw truth in your lie,
Innocent, vulnerable, and blind was I.
You took for granted what you couldn’t keep,
While I dreamed about you in my sleep.
The dreams turned to nightmares,
I saw right through you.
I saw that you never cared
About me at all.
Yet somehow I still want you,
Somehow I still need you,
Somehow I miss you hopelessly,
Somehow I still love you,

Even though it’s killing me.



11/9/08
(c) 2009 Allison A.J. Carrow