Soft whispers echo in my hallow mind
As we are back where we started
With our lives far from being intertwined.
I’m torn apart,
Pieces of me scattered in your trembling palms,
Like my destroyed heart.
You warmed me up when I was cold,
But now when it’s my turn I wonder;
Who am I to hold?
Hold you up when your words
Knife me with guilt
And remind me of the dying bluebirds.
I am worthless and weak
If your love and desire
And so I only have a week
To decide
Whether or not it would be best for us to say
“Goodbye”.