I had loved him

But I had lost control

I had thrown it all away

Into a small box

It sat where the world had seemed to dim

And I continued with my roll

I had broken his heart in a day

Without any sticks or rocks

We could’ve lasted couldn’t we?

So many memories carved

But with so much fear

I panicked and cried

For I’d bitten the hand that fed me,

In hopes it’d let me starve