Spring has Died

I swore I wouldn't write another love poem for you
These lips where ripped, cased, and locked away because of you.
I told myself I wouldn't even think about you.
Breath for you.
I said I wouldn't dream of you.
True
But here I am..

I spat my hate for you into dirt.
Buried my feelings deep into this shrivled heart
I said I was fucking glad we where finally apart.
Away from each other.
I said we couldn't spend another day with each other.
True.
But here I am..

And I know the marks I left in your soul are stinging.
I said I was happy for reasons even I didn't believe in.
God, you should have seen how stupid you looked when I walked away.
Closed the door.
I yelled and screamed that I couldn't stand you anymore.
True.
But here I am...

Stupid.
Regretful.
And finally
biting my tongue.
True.
And here I stand.