What's Lost

I really wanna lay in bed

With your arm across my chest

You see my bruises and my bloody nails

And tell me it's not for the best

I wanna hear 

You sing that song I hate

Want you to nag me

Though you know it's too late

I really wanna see your face

And the smirk you do so well

When you know I'm wrong

But I keep giving you hell

I wanna know

Did you ever really care?

'Cause my best friends hurt

And I can't exactly share

I really hope you understand

The truth is I'm not sure

If what we had was even real

And I have to shut the door

I can't like you

I can't like the things you say

I can't hold on

Or else what matters goes away

..............................................What matters goes away.

Reviews

[screamin'ian]

Ouch!
I hear what you're saying; I've heard it before, but not quite like this. I feel the longing, the pain of resolute surrender/acceptance? I can relate to the question: "was it real?"
My question is, why? Why would "what matters" go away?

[Matthew Smith]

Depressing, the way I like 'em.

Good stuff. All passionate, in its own way.

[Jeremy Baker]

This is a passionate cry from the heart - it would work really well as a song as well IMHO. Some amazing imagery here. Great write!