I gave you all I had to give.
So tell me, now that you're gone,
what the fuck am I supposed to give him?

When I start to miss you, I get high-
losing control feels better
than the wreck you left behind.

You took the light from my eyes
and left me for dead.
But I'll always have a piece of you-
for your ghost will never leave this bed.

How cruel a man you are
to let me believe I could be saved.
Guess since my brightest parts are black,
best I can hope for is to keep it all at bay.

You said, "fueling your wild fire
has all but destroyed me."
I've always preferred to burn
than whither away slowly.
© ramblingneurotic