Advertisements

Out of Love, Out of Luck

I held your hand when you were afraid to walk with your demons, and I let you hold my candle when you found yours started to burn out.

Your tears found their way to my shoulder and my arms only wrapped tighter around you.

But as soon as you found a smudge on my inner soul, you turned your back and turned up your nose.

I felt my heart break and my pillow was the only thing to soften my tears.

I loved you though you were not the right one for me, and I long for you though I deserve so much better.

There’s that saying: the heart wants what the heart wants…

But why does it want the abuse?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: