TRUTH
the long hard days
turn slowly
into forever nights.
nights of fear and wanting,
nights of dreaming and believing.
there were nights that were great,
and nights that almost killed you.
the nights were the easy part,
it was the day you'd dread,
thinking about it,
craving it,
you live on no sleep
pale, dark circles
under your once,
so beautiful, deep brown eyes.
you can't live without it,
'cause without it you'll crumble
into hundreds of thousands
of little nothings.
and then you'll lay
your broken head next to a rose
and shed one tear,
...'cause it was all true.
