I tell my mother that I love her through The same gritted teeth that I whispered "I hope you leave" through. (It sounds quite the same).
I feel like the pieces of my skin are Ripping off, one by one, and I swear I cannot wait seven years for My body to forget that you once touched it. I wish there was a faster way to Sever your physical memory that is sketched Bone-deep, but seven years is the Price I pay for letting you too far in.
You could excordinate from my Goose-bumped chest and hold it, beating, In your shaking hands and I know you'd Swear on your great-grandfather's grave that You loved every inch of me. But you only loved the chest you destroyed And a heart can only be an anchor To those who lost themselves between A false-lover's sheets.
The one who watched me tremble as Words spilt from my mouth is the One who made me choke them back down. I picked up my death wish and I Placed it in my pocket, hoping to God You'd someday forget the look in my eyes When I told you I'd never make it Through the past year. But you were The one who begged me to try and You were the one who begged me to die. I swear to God I remember you saying That I kept you up at night, but now I'd be lucky if I could fall asleep.
I wonder now what has kept me here; So desperately victim to the sound of your voice. I hope to pack bags full of anything but your Memory, but everything just seems to admonish And I can't forget the way your hair Reminds me of the hot sand that Listened more intently to every displeasure You ever caused. I must leave that place behind, And yet it calls me towards it everytime I want to scream. I still imagine the Look on your face, I still imagine the way Your voice quivered as you said "Please, just don't hurt yourself. Please, just promise me." And I remember the way you begged Me to go against my every promise. So Now I am packing bags; I will not be the fool that chose to stay here.