Poetry

What can I say.. that hasn't been said...
Of dreams I had.. that now, are all dead,
Love wasn't enough to help you to see...
All that you had.. when you still had me,
And it wasn't enough.. that I've always been here...
As you make up excuses.. to just disappear,
And love wasn't enough.. as you still raised your hand...
While love trickled away... like hourglass sand,
Bruises and blood... heartache and pain...
What you called love... I call insane,
I know that it hurts... I've been hurting for years...
As I try to explain away all the tears,
Now it's too late... there's nothing to save...
There's only goodbye... as I walk away.