over & out
i am writing about the end of us
and you are going to read it.
goddamnit, you are going to read all of this
until your eyes bleed
as much as my heart.
this is the end of us.
i promise.
i will not write any more
damn metaphors
about how you were the sea,
rolling waves with your tongue
when you spoke.
i will not talk about how badly i wanted to be the shore you crashed into, or how much i begged you to collide with me, just once, just once.
i won't write about the hurricanes that pulsed through my heart every time you looked at me, or the damage you caused me when you looked away.
no.
i will not write about any of that.
i promise.
i won't speak of how your eyes were the starry nights van gogh wished he'd painted, and i sure as hell won't talk about how you were a masterpiece and your fingertips were the mosaic i wanted to put together forever. i won't write about how you were my mona lisa.
i won't write about you again. i promise.
My pain becomes numb
Everything hurts
I don't want to move
You left your mark
What did you want to prove
All you did was insult me
When I gave you my all
But you didn't care
When I brought down my wall
You knew it was hard for me
But you always insisted
I trusted you
But your trust for me never existed
You broke me
I can't forgive you
My cheeks permanently stained
With the tears that made it through
This pain I feel
Seems never ending
But soon I'll become numb
To the love you were pretending
