Comfort in exchange for nirvana.

Her bed is warm, but now her words have worn like shards of ice into my soul. 

Maybe she hates me for my careless ways ànd all these things were orchestrated perfectly long before.

And I have gone and made a woman scorned into my paramour.

She's told me several times to leave but yet I cling to her. 

Each word more hurtful stinging venom getting worse and worse.

A man should walk away but loneliness and homelessness await.

And both those things are miniscule to love I threw away and had to waste.

No argument or logic seems to put a dent I  her anger.

She's in control and all that I can do is bury how I feel like a forlorn undertaker. 

My feelings matter none, treated this way after all I've done for someone that i honestly tried with evry broken piece I have inside to love.

My clothes are in a garbage bag upstairs and as I write these words I know there's nothing left for me and her to share or wrongs and ŕights for us to çompare.

There goes the last chance that ill ever give to love.

Took everything ihad got back and never gave enough.