The things she did to us
hurt me so,
it had me wanting to go.
But I knew that leaving
would have hurt me
so much more.
The things, she did,
did their damage,
and did it well.
It sent a part of me
straight to hell.
But I couldn't walk away,
for love still remains,
and it is deeper,
deeper than the pain,
deeper than the rain,
stronger than my will
to run and hide.
So, to hold the most valued prize,
you have ever held in your life,
and have it slapped from hand,
only to pick it up and try to mend,
has to be the second most
painful thing, I've had to face,
in my life, my friend,
but losing her love
hurts by far,
so much worse,
and watching it be
hauled away,
in this
broken heart hearse,
in this anatomy of my broken heart.
