I find it funny
even a little sad
that wound you say ripped you apart
doesnt seem to heart that bad
anymore
as you drape your arms around her
words you never said before
was it all meant for this?
every forfeited kiss
i let slip from my loose lips
a different person now
little way of knowing how
we lived in the person before
are you happy?
is your soul free from the person you used to be
walls built too high for me to peak over and see
the one that clipped your wings is the one i set you free
to her you go
double the hours you drove to me
and thats a-ok but I just dont know what to do
about that shirt I helped you pick out
and the letter I hid in your room?
sewn scars etch my letters on white