Please don’t leave me

I don’t know if I can yell any louder
How many times have I tried to comfort you
Or left my doors wide open

I can be so loving when I want to be
I’m capable of just about anything
I can cut you into pieces
Whenever my heart is broken

Please, please don’t come back to me
I always say how I can’t live without you now
But it’s always going to be like this
Please, please don’t come back to me

How did I become so callous
What is it with you that makes me act like this
I’ve never been this broken

When did this become such a contest
The one that wins will be the one that hit the hardest
But love, I don’t mean it
I mean it, I promised

I forgot to say out loud
How much you were hurting me
But I can’t be without you
You were my perfect little everything

And I need you
I’m sorry

7 comments

  1. Larry

    Is this one of your older pieces you said you’d be dusting off and posting? Or is it current?

  2. Larry

    I’m embarrassed to admit I am not familiar with Pink’s music. But I have to say that the line where “the one who hits hardest wins” is disturbing to me. When did love become a contest? And when did love become a troubled relationship of “I love you, I hate you” type of thinking and acting? Is this what youngsters think today? I don’t get it. I must be showing my age!

    • Yes, sadly that’s how many people perceive relationships these days. It’s contradicting. They insult/hurt someone they love or ignore them to make them jealous.
      People turn love into a game, and make themselves the prize that you have to fight for. Love is rarely shown as something mutual, these days.

      • Larry

        What sad commentary on the state of relationships these days. It was that way to some extent when I was young, but anyone who acted like that was stricken from my mind and a person I didnt want to be around. If someone thinks they are a prize to be won then they’ve got their priorities wrong. A prize is in the eye of the beholder, not in the eye of the so called prize itself. I always spent my time with non game players. We might have been considered “uncool” but that was ok with me. I prefer authenticity over games of the ego any day.

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