BubbsPoetry

She treats you like man. So treat her like a Woman. Soft and delicate. 

I found you in my home. You said your heart was there. You left it when you ran away, And took everything but it. Maybe you thought if you had something to come back for, That you'd have a reason to see the residue of your bad decisions. And that you'd clean it up and make it better. Then once the house was clean, it would be liveable. And maybe your home again. But, I threw it out with the rest of the trash. When I realized that it was no good for me.... or you. And that my house was clean. Until you decided to walk back in.