When your girlfriend got the call
That her uncle had died
She broke down on the floor in an emotionless daze
You held her in your arms and whispered into her ear
Then she started laughing; crying
Tears of happiness
But when you asked her why she could feel such emotion in this situation
She smiled and said that she was free
She was free?
You asked her how so
And she grabbed your hand with such beauty and compassion in her eyes
“I can finally get over what he did to me.”
“What did he do to you?”
You wipe a stray tear from her rosy red cheeks and she kisses your hand.
“He took away my innocence before I could even spell the word.
But I’m safe now.”
She got up and walked into the bathroom like nothing had even happened.

The headlights of the car light up the highway before us
Her smile is the only thing keeping me from stopping the car and going back to my old ways
And her eyes
The road sign says “Turn ahead.”
She turns up the volume and we sing along to  our childhood songs
And her eyes
“Turn ahead: Steep cliff.”
Her fingers brush across my crotch, and her fingers loop around my belt
“Steep cliff. Pay attention.”
The car swerves off the road out of my control
Her eyes
The car spins; flips, racing down the cliff
like the wild horses she loved to spot on daytrips we had on Sundays
Our clothes float like the gravity had left us
Yet the car was still crashing down to earth
Her eyes
We are left hanging upside down, like marionettes from our seatbelts.
I unbuckle mine and fall to the ceiling that was never meant to be a floor.
Her eyes
She’s hanging beside me lifeless and limp
Bleeding from her now exposed collarbone cut from the crystal shards around us
Her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes
They were still as beautiful as they were
before they gathered a cloud of lifelessness before them

Baby.
Why did you go?
More importantly where did you go?
I’ve looked everywhere for you so you can return my heart but,
Now I’m weak without it.
And I can’t look anymore.
Baby.
I asked.
No!
I begged you not to leave.
Only a few more hours I pleaded.
‘No!’ You screamed.
Will I ever have my heart back?
Or has someone else already got it?

Today you asked me
why I dont want to kiss you anymore.
Darling it's not that I dont want to.
I do.
But when our lips collide,
all the lies slide off my tongue onto yours.
And when our lips depart,
your mouth speaks the lies,
I fed to you.
And im stupid enough to believe,
all my lies that spill through your gritted teeth.
And that darling,
Is why I dont kiss you anymore.