Cruel words once spoken
A selfish past action
From way back when
In my heart still has traction
Harder to let go
Than it is to grieve
Easier to blame
Than to forgive
I don't want to love
He who doesn't love me
Who chooses wine and beer
Instead of life that's lovely.
I don't know how to do this
Completely all alone
Afraid to pull the trigger
Yet wounded to the bone.