I could have spent hours on that tarmac,
Waiting for planes, and adventure, and you.
God, I waited for you.
Now all I want to do is fly away.

I was a work of art;
You fell in love.
Until you realized you could look,
But couldn't touch

You wrote poetry on my skin
With your tongue and lips
With such beautiful words
How did we end up broken like this?

My insides are made
Of shattered glass
Held together by pink bubble gum
An irreparable scene
Masked by leather jackets, red lips,
And pastel hair dye.
I wear fake battle scars on the outside
So people don't dare look in.

The burn marks on my skin,
Left by his prints,
Make me never want to be held again.

You're like a red wine stain
On a white carpet;
You never seem to go away.

If I had known that would have been goodbye,
Maybe I wouldn't have left so fast,
I would have kissed your cheek,
Squeezed your hand,
Sunk into your hug a little deeper.
But now you're down in Texas,
And I'm here in Minnesota, alone.