Was She Really Here? Poem by Moth Harris

It's a troubled mind with a tear in her eyes.
It's the last good nights, our last goodbyes.
I can see it coming, or should I say leaving?
I'm twisted and forgotten, that's what I'm believing.

I've got a friend with a hole in his heart, ready to explode.
Willing to make my heart the same, a gun to unload.
I don't know who to trust or who to love.
Convinced I could never find someone deserving of...

I've got a broken heart that whispers in the mirror.
I've lost everything but gained all of my fears.
As the days are dying down, I try to look and see.
A glimps of the future, is it you and me?

For these questions I have no answers or prayer.
Its the proccess of wait and stare.
Like a cat to a piece of string
An old necklace, a bracelet, and a ring...