Played

The solitude falls hard on my brow,
Down an empty street.

My heart is vacant, cold and shut;
Pain left it shattered with shards everlasting.

In my memory she remains,
A short glimpse of a grin and the way she laughed.

The uncomfortable morning, my promise,
She still waits with sorrow upon her face.

Her sallow skin drenched in the moment,
Leaving her wanting, when will I love her again.

Sad hopeful minutes pass by,
I could call her but my heart won’t be hurt again.

But in my heart you linger,
Maybe you are my love’s medicine.

She comes to stay but I hate her persistence,
Her insistence makes me push harder.

My knees bruised, breath in small bursts,
It’s been weeks since she hurt me.

So I sit alone and she wonders why I never stayed,
I’d rather false, tainted, dying love

Over being played