before. the word stings.
worse, it rings
in my ear, an echo
of who I was before i let go.
no, sears
might be the better word. years
ago, i might have tried
might have lied
said i was fine
but when someone is yours, like she was mine
they know how to hurt you the worst.
the words come flowing, a burst
of sorry's and i love you's
i thought if i played i wouldn't lose
i thought if i loved...