Almost

Your cold words boil my blood - hate laced with apathy that build the warm tears of fear that blind. I'm shouting through this compter screen while you're widdeling away the time. I'm in pain but you just won't stop pointing your finger of blame. Now you're begging me not to leave but my mind isn't changing. I'm holding on while I cry these 8 months down the drain. Because I love you, but we're not working. Because it's all my fault and you won't look at me. You're begging me not to leave you with those cheaps words of Please don't do this I love you You make me so happy I want you forever I need you so much. And I'm sickened because my mind isn't changing. I love you so much - but I don't want you. And then you're on my drive way. I want to tell you to go home but it's too late and I'm in the cold with you. Your face is twisted in pain with warm tears melting your cold heart. You're embrace is warm despite the cold walk. I'm standing, no feeling. You're hanging over me, shaking with tears as you beg me stay. My mind is barely changing. Here we are. Just barely hanging on. 8 months I almost threw away. All our happiness drowned in these last months of sorrow. There are promises of better days but I fear they're lies. Just ahead, I see the end of the road. We're almost to our destination. --- copyright2008