One of these days I’m not going to come home,
When my heart freezes enough I won’t feel guilty for leaving you alone.
I fucking love you, not that you’d take the time to read this poem,
When I leave the house you can’t even bother to pick up the phone.
Your pain is killing you, you’ve grown so goddamn cold.
So many broken promises, yet I cannot break your hold.
I cannot stay here but I don’t know what to do,
So terrified you’ll hurt yourself and I can’t help that I love you.
Written and owned by d3licate
Poetry That Hurts 