For What
you wake up and tell yourself,"I don't want it NO more!"
the hand holding
the holidays
the arguments
the false promises
the occasional displays of public affection.....
all for what?
you killed it for me
I might have loved
could have loved
tried to love
now I don't trust it anymore.
I'm empty
when the wind blows through me it makes the sound of a Howlin Wolf.
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