I closed my eyes, and,
left lipstick in your hair
while you drifted away from me.

I didn't mean to let you slip like water.

He said he had me like the rain,
I was real but, I always slipped away.
And that I was built like fire,
I was comforting at first, but,
I burned with every touch.

My fingertips were razor blades,
even when I touched you softly.
My eyes were sharp like daggers,
even when I loved you.

A mirror, my reflection,
wasn't like your own.
You were smooth like silk,
while I was a nail that only caught threads.

I was sorry, but
I didn't say that.
I opened my eyes, and,
left lipstick in your hair,
and tear drops on your pillow
before I drifted away.