Hurting... still

Amor vincit omnia
How we wish to believe that love conquers all
That's the beauty of the tale
But the truth is I still slip within wintery blankets each night
Without the warmth of a lover besides because life is..
Odd that way
There is no happy ending, fifteen minutes into the end
Sometimes he drives off and the car doesn't spin around with his
apologetic promises and remorse afterwards
I've been left by lovers
I've left lovers, as well
Tossed them aside easily as Autumn leaves