Smother

I don’t need you If all you’re going to do

Scarlet

He was a shinning example of an extrovert A beacon of social energy

You tore into me Like I was paper

What is better than Stargazing on an old blanket

His phone is ringing again And again and again

Make love to my bed In a lonely parody

My shattered pieces fit into his Not because they matched

Put my life on hold For a broken promise

Spinning in circles like a little kid Going and going

Love is, is,