You must lie in the bed, that you have made?
Maybe that’s why I always slept on the couch.
Made it easier to go, as I had never stayed,
ask any of my Ex’s and they’ll bitterly vouch.
There was never a need, to even kick off my boots,
before the sun could rise, I was out the back door.
Never gave enough time to plant my own roots,
treated love as a dried up flower, I never cared for.
The more they would hold on, to a precious moment,
the harder I would work, to erase it completely.
Beating you down like an unworthy opponent,
after tears run dry, you’ll wish you didn’t meet me.
As cliche’ as it is, the saying goes, “too little, too late”
It doesn’t even matter that I am different now.
It just wasn’t meant to be, thank goodness for fate,
in a way, I helped you, if you can believe that somehow.
As we all take the bad, which outweighs the good,
no matter how good the good was, it is completely forgotten.
I can repaint the trash, even convert to the priesthood,
in the end, the truth is, this boy was downright rotten.
Joseph Emerson
