One Too Many Times.

I lay back and cried.
I wished you would hold me.
I wished you would sing to me.
They’re still rolling down,
I’m quietly sobbing.
Too hurt to push them away.
My arms are scratched,
My head’s a mess.
The piano is still.
And I lay back and cry.

I knew it was coming.

You promised it would be okay.
You aren’t trying, you know it’s wrong.
I love you. You cared, said you’d put up a fight.
Now all I get is an empty inbox…and more tears.
It’s cold.
I miss you.
I’m going to die.
I made mistakes, but you promised…
“I won’t ignore you. Talk to me.”
One day and it was all over.
But I love you.
And you keep loving someone else.

Never again.

Help me, please.