I only cry some days now

I'm better than I was in the beginning of our end That wasn't really an end But a slow dragged out 'it could be' that never would or could have been Now I see And it breaks me, Shatters me That it was always going to end this way Nothing I could change or do … Continue reading I only cry some days now



You make me full Of love Of anger Of jealousy and Of desire Though I have no right anymore (did I ever?)   Everything reminds me of you Even weather forecasts shove your absence in my face And I know you never think of me Beyond a fleeting remembrance Or tinge of annoyance That the … Continue reading Anything