CHUNK
(THE PIECE YOU STOLE)
The wound runs deep
but instead of bleeding i weep
from betrayal and the unanswered WHY?
Small joys that i could not see my eyes
when you entered the room and gave your lies
Woes that i was captured by images of you and him
caught up in the dredges of thrusting limb
Long it took you to find your voice
when i demanded you make a choice
I never won by a lot
which goes to show that in your heart
i wasn’t Love’s glad certain shot
That never left me forever mad but inside grew a mountain sad
Now every time that you’re away from my side,
i get dizzy and totally lost,
mistrust and insecurity ruling
but at what cost?

Know and remember, my Dear,
that without your help,
i’ll fail to fulfill my simple idea
of you wanting me to be your man
and i being your all-time fan.