I’ll always hear the words you never left unsaid, the ones where you said, I’d be better off dead. Then I’ll get weak and think maybe you were right. I’ll weep myself to sleep and forget by morning rise. It’s a never ending battle. This grudge is eating me alive.
Saturate me with infatuation Make me believe. Twist your words, Manipulate my mind. Breathe me in, And desecrate me. Knock me down, And lift me up. Again and again, I crave your love.
Erica has a poem published called Always You. You may remember I reviewed it this year. Here’s a little more about that poem:
A poem about a rough relationship that ended, but even through all of the pain that was caused, the love over powers all of the bad memories.