Awry



The sun kisses my skin all over again,
And you love to blame me for all of your pain.
The lights are turned on as I blow the cannon,
But you love your alcohol more than my companion.
Ocean dark eyes looking in mine and I sink and drown and die,
And you love your cruel honesty more than the white lie.
I am here for you if you would only care,
But you love your solitude more than embracing my despair.
The back of the field is all that I can see in the darkness,
And you love the chaos more than solving out the mess.
I’m always willing to take the bullet for you as I lay dying,
But you love to leave me breaking instead of striving.

M.F

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