Purple Poetry

We used to love each other, yet thats a feat thats now passed And you could have eased my pain, Had you told me it wouldn't last. I think of times we spent together, cuddling in your chair, And all the hours you sat there, stroking with my hair. I think of how beautiful you looked, In all those fancy clothes, And what I love most about you is how you loved to touch my nose.

You used to be So much to me but then you told me we could never be. Im tired of your thoughts of misery lost in dreams cast away at sea, cant think of another way to be, other than apart- You and me.

Whats the point in "I love you's"? Whats the point in hearing them? Whats the point in breaking down, on the brink of delirium? Whats the point of all this trust, Whats the point of there being an us, When you counted the days to end it since the start. Whats the point in me crying, When thats all you've ever wanted, Whats the point in trying, When you only planned to leave. Whats the point in embedding me into your life, when you're sowing with Delirium Weave.