robins are birds that sing for a while

a little dark...like most of my poetry

love is a word people like to use
when feeling fragile and a little bruised
it ends up being just a good excuse
to allow themselves to just be used
there was a time when i felt i was really in it for good
but i didnt get it,i never really understood..
if the madness was just the girl in me straining to grow into womanhood
i didnt really like your kind of games
these are not the ones i liked to play where you feel the pain
bloodstains that cover my bedding and sheets
where i once played innocently hide and seek
where i felt so safe and excited and complete
but now only cover me as i lay my head to weep
now im choking on visions of you and me,9 months,infedelity,and shared diseases
how when you broke me our relationship fell to peices
no life aint so pretty now that you've gone
im not talking about you lover
im waving to the little girl i once was
and where the hell do the answers to all my questions lie
they live in the little girl waving me goodbye