I don’t want to leave…
I don’t want to get better….
But I sit here in old habits and…
I lose myself in unsent letters…
One step forward…
A thousand back to the past….
I struggle and crawl toward tomorrow….
Hoping the last of my strength is enough to last…
I loved you until…
My heart learned it wasn’t love and I was left devastated…
Real love…
I’ve never tasted…
With you…
I wish your love was real but it was…
Only paper and cards…
Still I sign your letters…
Best regards…
