I knew giving my all to a boy With such destructive tendencies Was my biggest failure, but Who could deny your hands or The way you whispered "I want you"?
Your ocean eyes and sand-colored hair Sould have warned me because the First time we touched was a day after The beach, and I remember every Person in your house on that given day And I swear there are ghosts in My walls that sound just like your bed.
I wonder now why the ghosts I hide Under piles of our clothes (the same clothes That have seen your bedroom floor) Have taken on the form of you.
I need you because you are familiar And because of that I will always Feel alone in a crowded room regardless Of the faces that plague my life daily.
Kiss me until the bitterness of fear Leaves my veins and the oxygen in My lungs is no longer his.
The only thing left to give up on me Is my own bones, but I feel the rust Through the marrow and I am out of time.
How much time did we have? How many bars of soap must One person go through to remove The feel of another from their skin?
I can confirm that if he is anything like you I will not be able to keep breathing and That is not a metaphor for how You took my breath away.
Stop wasting your time on me, I am nothing but broken bones And broken hearts, stiched incorrectly As so and I do not have enough glue to Fix what is left in shambles.
The last time we spoke you asked me Why I told you I still loved you and no Longer wanted go be with you, But that still stands and I'll love you til the day I die.