"He had no closure
when she told him it was over
he felt his heart
beat slower as the conclusion
of their love came closer."

you wear me like an old
                                              T-shirt
I should be a
                        black dress.

Trust is a very fragile thing
                                                  inside of me
And you're mindlessly throwing rocks at it
                                                                   and it's broken, so broken
With sharp edges, that cut right in my heart
                                                     I'm drowning in my own blood          
And you keep throwing.