FORCE OF HABIT

By Wendy : Shywalker


The first time he was stressed
he said sorry and it wouldn't happen again.

But then there was a second, then a third,
until I lost count and it became my life.

The pain and bruises I lived with,
were the broken promises of change.

Where was that person I fell in love with?
If I wait long enough, he will come back to me.

So I do wait, hope and I bleed;
bleeding on the outside and in my heart

I bleed for loss of my hopes and dreams,
for the loss of the love I thought would last eternity.

But as I breathe for the last time,
My soul cries for the loss of me.