Reason 7

I think I’ll just lay here for a bit..
There’s no use in picking up the pieces
Just to watch them
Fall apart again.
 Together
They’re distorted
I don’t know what I look like..
 I don’t know who I am..
But I know I’m done trying so hard
For the boy
Who will never love me,
Again,
The way that
I love him.
So I’ll sit here and watch
The little pieces of me
Break a little more
In the absence of my heart
That will forever belong to you,
And I’ll cry a few tears,
And drink two beers..
Or maybe five more
Than two.