You really didn't love her
She was just an escape for you
A band aid to cover you bleeding wound

You really didn't love her
You just used her and threw her away
Even if you said that you did
I can assure you you didn't
Because if you had
Where is she?

Now she cries her heart
For the man she did love
She begs for death to take her

See I know...
You really didn't love her
She was just your medicine
Your escape from pain

You really didn't love her
Because people don't hurt
The ones they love

Why hide if one can be seen?
Why run if one can fight?
Why kneel  if one can stand with a head held high?
Why surrender if one still has strength?
Why cry if one can still smile?
Because struggle comes before one overcomes the obstacle.

I love the colour of his skin,
And the warmth in his eyes,
I love the freckles dispersed across his nose,
The mark under his right eye,
I love his his brutally embarrassing dance moves,
that he calls me "my girl"
I love How he can throw me over his shoulder like a doll,
how he makes me feel beautiful, brilliant and ****,
I love How he calms me when I spiral,
How he makes me laugh so much I cry,
I love his clear ,crisp, distinct voice of reason,
And The little things he does to supprise me,
I love his road rage,
And How he makes me feel brave,
I love How hugs me when I cave,
His smell when I nuzzle in
I love how we never run out of topics,
How the day can fade away.
I don't love that he loves not just me,
The pain I've caused him,
Spit Roads to uncertainty,
I don't love how I fear he can sink and drown,
And I don't feel strong enough to rescue him,
To bring him back to safe ground like he could do for me,
I'm not qualified in that field, like she.
But what I don't love the most is even though I would try my hardest to save him I'm afraid he could drag us both down.

All three together, rock bottom searching for stable ground.