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Always Tomorrow
by
Sara Rarick
You kill me well,
put me right in my own personal hell.
Why must you be so easy to fall for?
Make me want to die for you, to kill for you.
If wanting to be with you is so bad,
I'm the worst person to ever live.
I dived right in the hole with you,
you walked out fine,
I walked out with barely enough energy to breathe.
Every time you held me close,
I thought it was meant to be.
Silly, silly foolish me.
This pain hurts more than being stabbed.
It never leaves, never heals, just always stays the same.
A dull throb reminding me, of what was never to be mine.
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