my head hangs low
my eyelids flutter
these shaking knees are collapsing quickly
and there is no ground to catch my escape
my mind lays blank
and no tears are left
but my heart is racing like when we met
yet this time, there’s a valley in the center of you
I quaked your land
re-shaping what you were
and now you’re divided jaggedly
with no hope of reeling your two parts back together.
my vanity has broken you apart
my pride pulled me away
and just like you, I’m left in half
but my good has gone to grey.
needles and pins infest my feet,
my prickling hairs stand tall,
even now, in all this mess
I have your back against the wall.
Sorry can’t be a real word
when I don’t even know what it means
but I’m sorry that you fell in love
and so sorry she was me.
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:34 PM UTC
my head hangs low
my eyelids flutter
these shaking knees are collapsing quickly
and there is no ground to catch my escape
my mind lays blank
and no tears are left
but my heart is racing like when we met
yet this time, there’s a valley in the center of you
I quaked your land
re-shaping what you were
and now you’re divided jaggedly
with no hope of reeling your two parts back together.
my vanity has broken you apart
my pride pulled me away
and just like you, I’m left in half
but my good has gone to grey.
needles and pins infest my feet,
my prickling hairs stand tall,
even now, in all this mess
I have your back against the wall.
Sorry can’t be a real word
when I don’t even know what it means
but I’m sorry that you fell in love
and so sorry she was me.