These past few days,
I never did know,
how unhappy one could truely be.
How much I needed you,
the love of my life,
to help me get through.
Yet when you did show,
what did I do?
Just brushed you off,
told you that I'd be alright,
just give me some time,
I'll soon come back out on top,
once more, just you see.
Leave me alone for goodness sake.
I can look after myself,
always have until you came along, know that.

Why did I have to say that for?
And did what I did?
For the opposite is what,
I really do need, and so to want.

Just the smallest of things,
such as the destruction,
of the Christmas tree,
by that once loveable pup,
not just once, oh no, try twice,
in as many days,
the perfect Angel on top, now no more,
but a thousand pieces now scattered,
all over the floor,
to greet me when I got home last night.

Just broke down and cried,
into uncontrollable sobs,
yes I did,
and when I thought,
I'd finally down my dash,
where surely no more tears,
could come rushing on down.
What happened? Even more than before.

Never thought that I,
the hater of both,
hugs and kisses,
before you walked into my life,
and can't believe myself now,
when I say this ... but ...
please hold me tonight ... tight,
don't let me go.
I want to feel great once more,
even if for just a little while.
For if you don't and you do let go,
then I don't know,
... I just don't know ...

Written: Saturday 08 December 2001