a requiem for my broken heart:

he was looking at me with those eyes of glass
I could feel my tears on my arms
cold and crisp
I left all the windows open
I left all the windows to my soul open
the storm hit harder than I knew
waves crashing against my bones
wish I could pretend all of this was a lie
paint the walls with black
hide behinds the curtains
we were caught in the middle
they were all in the middle of chaos
dancing gracefully as I pulled their fates
I could feel his tears on my arms
like a kiss of frostbite
he had me
drowning in an ocean made of diamonds
I left him
drowning in an ocean made of me
but we were miles away in our minds
he never stopped looking at me with those eyes
and I can still feel his tears on my arm