Why Is It that love seems like
a blessing and then we go
can curse the day we were
born? We didn’t live too long
in the happily ever after. It made
an appearance but was over before the
first Act. I look back and wonder how
we even got started. You were handsome
and you thought I could glue back
all your broken parts. But all I did was
Wreck you bed. And all you did was
Mess my head. And now your dead. And I
Steal my liquor. But I could never steal
your heart. I wrote about it. Sold it
in books. But my life is torn apart from
the anguish. I feel the pain every day. Why
Did you have to up and die? Leaving me
with all these questions –
Why?
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