We left our longing on the stairs

Tried so hard to survive

But couldn't stand the wear

There was nothing left

No reason to try to repair

I had my pictures and dust

And you stood with your armchair

We locked our eyes

And exchanged silent prayers

Everything was divided

And we had ordered our affairs

Our open doors were waiting

The world unaware

That now we both stood separate

No longer a pair

Of love 

She believed so many things 

The house 

A quiet mess 

Young love 

And all that she couldn't bring 

Lavender and her Sunday best 

Her heart 

I bought with pocket change 

I found 

At her rummage sale 

Her car 

Was packed with "needful things"

She was getting out of there

Of love

She believed so many things

That highways

Eventually reach the sea

And salt 

Preserves but always stings

When wounds are as fresh as these

I gave myself away to boys who never cared

and let my self-worth come from cruel lips

that kissed everything but my soul.

I handed out compliments and hugs

to girls who whispered behind my back

and reciprocated to my face.

I absorbed the opinions and judgments

of people as lonely and miserable as myself, 

and felt betrayed by the world.

We were all in search of the same comfort

and were afraid to find it.

Some give it away freely.

Others take it away selfishly.