backpains.
I heard you breaking from the line like you broke away from me.
These words aren't mine; they shouldn't be mine. They can't be mine, but they leave my lips like the love that once left yours. It left.
But you decide to stay.
You stay and my hope follows suit. You're here, and you love me. But you said: that's not enough.
You lay cold on the floor and I lay and watch you, smell you, beg you, because the bed seems so much colder. Harder than the floor could ever be.
And that's how it's been, that's how it will be. The bed remains cold, harbors aching no wooden floor could ever foster.
These words aren't mine; they shouldn't be mine. They can't be mine, but they leave my lips like the love that once left yours. It left.
But you decide to stay.
You stay and my hope follows suit. You're here, and you love me. But you said: that's not enough.
You lay cold on the floor and I lay and watch you, smell you, beg you, because the bed seems so much colder. Harder than the floor could ever be.
And that's how it's been, that's how it will be. The bed remains cold, harbors aching no wooden floor could ever foster.