Empty Handed

My hands have been Empty, lonesome

Garish

The ring you gave her Is gaudy and sits

“If you love me” Is a terrible phrase

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

You tore into me Like I was paper

His phone is ringing again And again and again

Make love to my bed In a lonely parody

Put my life on hold For a broken promise

Power out, misery A cold night

You won't kiss me goodbye You lost that right The second you decided to leave