I lay here in darkness surrounded by the silence of you At the edge of my fingers but just out of view I wrapped myself around you and yet you push me away You hold me only when you want to I could never convince you to stay But here I am anyway Waiting for an ounce of love That you’ll never procure Leaving me alone, sad, and demure I hold the last tidbits of my heart in my hands You take it gladly just to drop the pieces again Is there no heart beating in your chest Nothing that forces you to hold on to regret Are you so cold and unrelating that the chaos you cause makes you feel satiated? Do you hold me to such little regard That you feel it is ok to sit and play with my heart? ‘I love you’ rolls off of your tongue As if you aren’t committing anything to anyone And still I lie here awake Waiting for someday when my love will not just be here for you to take.
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