4 words...

I asked
to stay.
You want
to play.
You paved
the way
that fate –
ful day.
What made
you say
there was
no way?
I gave
and gave.
You took
and strayed.
We laugh
all day.
It’s all
so gray.
You’re all
I crave.
I need
to stay.
Don’t go
astray.
Don’t go
away.
I’m left
in pain
to rot,
decay.
But still,
I pray
with hope
of ray.
My jeans
still ache.
My mind
still frays.
I asked
one day
for you
to stay.
You went
astray
I went
insane.
As you
sustain
the end –
less pain,
I slip
away;
less here
each day.
The words:
“I hate”
are much
too vague
to con –
template
the hell
you’ve made.
So when
I say:
“I hate
that day,”
know not
to say:
“I’m sor –
ry, babe.”
The place
I’m in
cannot
begin
to tell
you how
to get
me out.