wasn't it

when i look at you i see him when we make love i'm screaming his name in my head when i wake up it isn't you i'm better off dead because you really don't understand all that we had as horrible as you are as much as i didn't love you couldn't i did, everything you remind me of smiling when he kissed my face seeing his eyes light from his goofy smile, knowing perfection lost it's name lived and breathed for you and maybe it's only better when it's over but i know that isn't true when i first took a drive with you, i knew what to do held your head in my lap you in my hand emptiness runs through this endless hourglass like sand "babe" how did you say it that right that when anyone else speaks it i go out of my mind? how were you it, everything was wrong with you but it was always you wasn't it?
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That is a great poem, but I think it would be an awesome song put to the right music. It would have such heart and passion and strength to it.
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