a full 2 years (...3?)
of bitterness
all for something--
someone
I can't ever have
What's the point
of holding on
to loneliness
when it's a love
that will only kill me
slowly,
painfully,
& I don't want to
seem heartless
but holding on...
Holding on any longer
with this death grip,
white knuckles,
clenched stomach,
it just hurts
Who would choose this?
This love sick life,
I tell myself I'm fine
that this is over
I'm not still splinters
of who I wanted to be,
but I let it come to this
So break me open
call me out
tear off the callouses
& clean up these wounds
They've been open too long
Help me, Lord
help me escape
& heal this stupid,
broke, angry, hurt heart
Because until its cleaned out
I'm never gonna be happy
Never gonna be helpful
Never gonna give or get
real love,
true love
Help me, Lord
help me to save
this heart, to
save me
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