you don't understand at all do you not truly you think I'm a liar that I still hold the knife that stabbed you in the back [and in the heart]
kinda speechless that you feel that way think that way believe it untrustworthy? misleading? false emotions? can you not read? here let me try again maybe I can make it like braille feel the words
it's like when the clouds stormy eyes welled up and let fall the tears of weekend rain soggy, we laughed along with the thunder and under our waterfall we let the windows fog tell me I lied then
or picture if you will standing by the tree I always parked by it was a starry night, but we didn't see it we were too focused on our faces except why is it I was the only one drowning in the sadness that overtook my eyes shaking with each strained, choppy breath clutching that gray shirt like a life jacket do you think that was all for show?
haven't you looked at my collection of black and white silly letters scribbled down as fast as possible trying as hard as I can to leave it all on the paper but it's as if each word I write is a tattoo slowly invading every part of my skin it's sinking in, it's staining everything do you think this agony I speak of is fake?
if so if I am that liar with the knife who led you astray and "******* you over" let you down, kicked you around if you can't seem to open your eyes and notice just how much I love you just how much I always have
then you don't deserve it
ill run miles for you when I know I only have the strength for one but don't you dare watch me run if you don't even grasp that I stabbed myself in the back led myself astray
you have a right to hate the wound but if you can't see what I feel one day I will learn that I have to let go and I will
then all these silly letters all for you
well. go ahead and throw them away on that day they will carry no life anymore