The Memories

all i have left are memories

the blood that drips from my broken heart

is fresh

healing no time soon

i tape it with duct tape and band aids

swabbing it with cotton swabs

looking in the mirror at a beautiful face

etched into confusion

pain

looking hurtful

looking in the corner of the eye where tears once formed

im all dried up

matted hair at the top of my head

wish i could put a comb to it

but your gone

and you were the only one who mattered

the only one able to make this frown

turn into that smile that was once beautiful

the girl that was once boastful

hinders guilt inside her soul at all the people who were cut off

for you

the friends that turned to enemies

the associates who hate me

time wasted

of beautiful lies and

hopeful promises

which only ended up being labeled deceit

the pitiful things you told me

thinking i was your future

when i was only the next bitch

bitch

a word i would never call myself

and now somehow defines me

a positive situation baring the heat of hell

and all i have left are the memories...