I was always drunk, he was always high

I loved him so much it all went a rye

So when I wanted to leave I couldn’t fly


‘We tell ourselves stories in order to live’

I left him my all, but he had none to give

I stayed when it hurt now I cannot forgive

What’s it called? Home? Heart? Truth? All too massive


Time had came and went

The chance had left to repent

His body a church, Heaven arrived as Hell- his love it sent