I Was A Basket Filled With Holes, And He Was The Sand I Tried To Hold... Poem by Audrey Stephenson

Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost him
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't do too much smiling these days.

She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
'So the peace you had, ' she says,
'I must confess, I'm glad to see it go.'
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?

Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.

And although you don't belong, you say you're going home
Hold me up to stand
Because I barely utter this sad plea
Let alone raise these callused hands
Only smoke came out our mouths
As I led you to the door
And these empty glasses show me
That you don't need me anymore

How long must I sing this song?
How much more of this pretending to be strong?