A trash can full Of fragmented sentences Held between red margins And blue lines, They poured out all over your Bedroom floor, with torn edges; You'd say that No combination of words Ever conveyed Your feelings right On the first try; So I guess that's why The first time you said "I love you" You took it back three weeks Later and said "No I just need you" And I guess that's why The first time you said "No I just need you", You reminded me how thin the line Between necessity and desire Is an hour later And I guess that's why The first time you said "I can't do this" You did it anyway Over and over And over again And I guess that's why the first time you called to say You missed me You really meant You were lonely; You never got it right on the first try But you were a perfectionist And you hated to leave things unfinished So, you took your time Ripping me into a million Fragmented sentences And throwing more of me away With every passing day Until I was a pile of bones Stitched together with nothing Except your Bed sheets And a black V-neck Sweater; Hollowed out And expressionless, I never looked better; Once I had nothing left To throw away You pinned me up And left me hanging; Hanging on Your words Like an animal in a cage, Swallowing bits and pieces Of your affection as You'd occasionally Toss some at my feet; I've been tongue tied for three years You've been spitting words down my neck But I can hardly taste them anymore, So when I melt Into your arms For an other night in a row Just know It was never enough