My fingers are the keys of an unorthodox piano you like to play
and every sound you make with it leaves a tormenting scar on my heart
My skull is a drum to you
and you play it to let my mind run wild
to think of how your eyes are the gateway to the sun
My mouth is your favorite *****
and pleas of wanting you to come back are the only sounds it can make
And it burns me to know that
you do not love me as a person
you just play with my feelings like an instrument
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
your mind is a hurricane
that I would gladly want to be swept away by
your veins are deserted railway tracks
that I would take a walk on no matter how blood-stained they are from your soul's suicide attempts
your ribcage is a prison for your demons
that I would venture into and destroy the demons within
your heart is a rusting chainsaw
which I would try to restore no matter how relentlessly its blades penetrate my hands
I wish you could love me
but why would you love a man
when the sun's in love with you
so this is my goodbye
for I have done everything I could to fix you
but you just forget me
as if I'm just a breath on a mirror
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC