My pain was always your punch line
Who will pen the last line
When I am not holding on anymore?
Theme songs unintended
Guilty of whose life you upended
Was it so wrong to endlessly adore?
Tears on an old pillow case
Memories all to erase
The real of you I wanted to remember.
Angry all the time
I say “love”, you hide
Will I survive our umpteenth September?
Yes, my fight or flight is all messed up
But when did you give in and up
On all the things we talked about?
I am a flake and a fool but you’ve loved me as less
You rewrite the past to make you feel blessed
To be where you are and doing without.
If you have to lie to love the ride
Maybe you found the wrong place to hide
From all the pain you, too, carry inside.
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“My pain was always your punch line” – This first line hooked me right away!
Thank you. I got it from a to write love on her arms saying. “Your pain is not a punch line.” It really got me too!