Friday, September 11
Always with love
It was always with love
The heady mix of fags and booze
The unmade beds we slept in
Wired for days
Tired for days
The fights
Those nights
The raised voices
The soft voices used to soothe your soul
Nights it got lost
Nights we were cross
Your hand, My hand
The endless game we didnt want to play
The anger, the absolute all encompassing anger
The weakness, the holes in armour, the explosions of weakness
The breakdowns
It was all in Love
If I ever hurt you
When I made the mistakes
When I pointed out your mistakes
When I let you win
When I wouldnt stop till I won
When I can't bear to see you happy
When I would do anything to keep you from sadness
When I stay awake all night thinking of ways to dissapear
When I dont talk much
When I talk too much
Its always with love
When Im nothing anyone needs
When Im hiding so much even I dont know where I am
When Im making your life a misery
When Im making your bed
When I leave
When I say goodbye
It will always be with Love
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