Used to getting left behind

In this hellhole I call life

Sticks and stones fall gently down

After colliding with my mind

Wounds heal but the stabs on my back scar

Forgive but never forget, they say

But there was never any use

Trying to hold on

To someone who always walked away

Their love was superficial

Their love was convenient

Their love came when the sun was out

But not when it rained.

Their love was the smell of flowers

that surrounds a communion

Yet turns sour at the break

Their love reminds me of glass

Waiting to shatter after one crack

Their love was never to share

So take it away, I don’t care