Your shower,
can't block out your ****** British vinyl.
I know I should be telling you
what it all meant to a broken girl,
on a winter morning.
But I can't seem to force the words from my mouth.
Finger nails chewed to the wick,
all attempt at self preservation abandoned,
woken early by an aching heart.
There's a void.
Where your snarling words,
and constant reminders of past insecurities,
should be cutting me to pieces.
But all I feel,
is the relief of your absence.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
Your shower,
can't block out your ****** British vinyl.
I know I should be telling you
what it all meant to a broken girl,
on a winter morning.
But I can't seem to force the words from my mouth.
Finger nails chewed to the wick,
all attempt at self preservation abandoned,
woken early by an aching heart.
There's a void.
Where your snarling words,
and constant reminders of past insecurities,
should be cutting me to pieces.
But all I feel,
is the relief of your absence.
