It was probably just lust

Nothing more

It turned into a bore

It was merely fragile feelings

I had finished my dealings

Just a trade

And soon the feelings would fade

I knew it

But my eyes were still lit

I had that common glow

And I knew it would all go

Away from my being

But I threw away seeing

And stayed in the background

I thought I had found

My other half

Always adoring his laugh

I was just lust sick

And the bombs began to tick

It was all in my head

And I knew I was better off dead

Than on the phone with him

He wasn’t my missing limb

He wasn’t mine

And I had crossed the line

Too many times to let go

I had become so low

I was on his level

No wonder he called himself the Devil

I have become so lost

I wish I would’ve known what it would cost

To give someone parts of you

I was gone too

From real love

And I thought he was above

Everything I had to give

I found no reason to live

Than without him

My so-called Missing Limb