1,155 Days

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1, 155 days of loving you,

1, 155 days of pain,

1, 155 days of the s**t you put me through,

1, 155 days of rain.

 

The rain you put in my heart,

The storm you cast around my soul,

The way you tore me apart,

And now I’ll never be whole.

 

I can’t listen to music without thinking about you,

Nor can I watch my comfort movies,

I can’t lay in bed without wanting you with me,

and I can’t drive without you in the passenger seat.

 

After all we’ve shared,

Hugs, kisses,

Posters, books, movies and music,

I can’t look at anything without thinking about you,

Because I shared my whole life with you.

 

Through sickness and in health,

Through poorness and in wealth,

I treated you like my queen,

And you treated me no better than the dirt you walk on every day.

 

1, 155 days of loving you,

1, 155 days of pain,

1, 155 days of the s**t you put me through,

1, 155 days of rain.

 

I have thought about you every day,

For,

One thousand

One hundred

And fifty-five days.

 

And today is the day,

That I hate you more than I love you,

I hate you more than I hate myself,

Because you made me hate myself,

And I hate you for ruining me.

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

So much pain here. I feel the poet is struggling to let go and move on. Let it go, let it go I say.

Chris

[undisclosed]

I'm trying to let it go. Working so hard, thank you for seeing my pain.

Rubt