Pouring something...
like worn clothes,
never reaching that stationary mask.
that we made.
that you wear.
like it was a dare,
you just don't care...
I'm not really torn,
you weren't really rare,
and were never ******* fair.
the thoughts i will sever,
the wounds not so sore.
I never really knew we just couldn't last together.
and now you've shut your door,
and i can't help but picture myself,
standing here before
when i came to you
and asked you for just
one minute.