The Saddest Places

The disappointment I’ve tasted on him
That uncovered beneath his mask of a face
Was the one I couldn’t forget the most

Not the way he called after me
With tears that reflected rain on a Sunday morning
Nor the way he kissed all my wounds
Just for me to be whole again

I don’t know why he wanted so much
For me to run right back
After all the lies I’ve told
Just to destroy what was left of us

I have made him fall for wretchedness
He knows better than anyone,
How much I know the feeling
of finding love in the saddest places

For a thousandth time I have confessed
That I’m no better than my past
He was so perfect
While I burn and turn to ash