::EDIT THIS BEAST:: So people just anger me... and sometimes I wonder why i ever spent so much time with them and trusting them and all that jazz... so I've decided to stick with what I have now, the best friends in the world, all of them... -Someday I'll laugh at how I felt towards YOU- YOU say things you don't mean... but do YOU mean it when you say it to him? Was I practice, or was I him? Did YOU spend all the time with me pretending it was him? Was I the statue, the manican, or the ghost?
::END OF EDIT AND BACK TO ORIGINAL POEM:: You woke me up in the middle of the night I still had the stench of coffee in my breath, but you didn’t care You needed to pray a prayer of forgiveness You once told me lies about the sunrise and how it would bring a new day of our love and that all will be good… You’d correct my grammar and laugh at the misplayed notes on my guitar… We’d take walks in the bitter cold and swing in the baby seats too small to sit in But still, we’d be together Moments after I opened my eyes you told me we needed to pray You asked Him to wipe you clean, but still You wondered why He’d forgive you; you’ve had your back turned all along Back in the cold we’d tell stories about our children and what their names would be But you've made that promise already, and how I used to envy him... You’re gone And here I am I’m still awake and my breath still smells of coffee Still, you’re nowhere to be found At least I know you’ll be happy in eternity | 
