I have to write almost everyday
These poems are all that's left
Of my damaged, aching core
I have to write what these lips can't say

I write when I want to see you
When I need you to appear
I write when I've said too much
About the way you left me here
Made my emotions a little too clear

These words have kept me alive
Through all the long days
And all the sad little ways
You killed me just a bit sooner