Nov 2012
I want to get this out my chest
I want to get this off my soul,
I want to fill that hole you left.
When you left me there, sitting at the table
I was blind.
See, Blind is how you left me feeling
Throwing out my feelings like garbage
Leaving me feeling empty inside, as you turned my heart inside out.
It tore into brittle pieces when you left me, sitting there that morning.
Leaving my door wide open behind you.
As you walked away from the breakfast table,
You left me there feeling like egg shells,
When you slowly poured my feelings, like yolk into the frying pan,
Just so I could make you happy.
Just so I could see the corners of your mouth turn into a bowl
Because as your breakfast,
I wanted to be the most important meal of the day
I wanted to know that you were full and content,
Without feeling any emptiness inside
And I wanted you to know, that you could always butter my bread
There was nothing left to say though
Because at an empty table
Staring at an empty seat
Was an empty memory,
Which used to turn my heart into heat
An empty future now lay in my sight
A future I no longer wish to think about
As I sit there at the breakfast table.
And now,
Everything is backwards,
Every breakfast I cook becomes burnt.
Every time, I’ll burn my hands when I look towards, where you used to sit at
Every time, I hear the crackling of eggs
Every time, I hear the gun shot that blew through my heart,
When the knocking of hands were trying to grab my attention.
All that grabbed my attention were the colors of blue and white.
And at first, I was puzzled, until I saw their ghostly faces, and no words were needed to be said, as I knew what they were there to tell me.
They were there to tell me.
No more breakfasts, would need to be made.
No more laughter, was there to be had.
No new memories, were to be filled by your smile
And as they stood there patiently waiting, for my brain to react,
To the news of what had happened.
I suddenly lost the will to stand as dropped to my knees.
And I realized,
No more mornings, were to be had, at the breakfast table.
I want to get this off my soul,
I want to fill that hole you left.
When you left me there, sitting at the table
I was blind.
See, Blind is how you left me feeling
Throwing out my feelings like garbage
Leaving me feeling empty inside, as you turned my heart inside out.
It tore into brittle pieces when you left me, sitting there that morning.
Leaving my door wide open behind you.
As you walked away from the breakfast table,
You left me there feeling like egg shells,
When you slowly poured my feelings, like yolk into the frying pan,
Just so I could make you happy.
Just so I could see the corners of your mouth turn into a bowl
Because as your breakfast,
I wanted to be the most important meal of the day
I wanted to know that you were full and content,
Without feeling any emptiness inside
And I wanted you to know, that you could always butter my bread
There was nothing left to say though
Because at an empty table
Staring at an empty seat
Was an empty memory,
Which used to turn my heart into heat
An empty future now lay in my sight
A future I no longer wish to think about
As I sit there at the breakfast table.
And now,
Everything is backwards,
Every breakfast I cook becomes burnt.
Every time, I’ll burn my hands when I look towards, where you used to sit at
Every time, I hear the crackling of eggs
Every time, I hear the gun shot that blew through my heart,
When the knocking of hands were trying to grab my attention.
All that grabbed my attention were the colors of blue and white.
And at first, I was puzzled, until I saw their ghostly faces, and no words were needed to be said, as I knew what they were there to tell me.
They were there to tell me.
No more breakfasts, would need to be made.
No more laughter, was there to be had.
No new memories, were to be filled by your smile
And as they stood there patiently waiting, for my brain to react,
To the news of what had happened.
I suddenly lost the will to stand as dropped to my knees.
And I realized,
No more mornings, were to be had, at the breakfast table.
