You have a way of
making me laugh,
when nobody else can,
but you still broke my heart,
when nobody's around to help pick up the pieces.
All my emotions are bottled up.
I'm just waiting for the
cork to fly off; for all my bubbles to spill out.
I feel anger and relish,
when I think about what you did
in yet,
I want to hold onto you
just to make sure
you and I
were real.
I'll move on from this,
with no regrets
onto the path unwinding.
Take my hand
so I don't have to fight this
alone.
If you want to.