All you could do was walk away with clenched fists leaving me
On the ground trying to pick up shards of glass,
Ribbons of tears,
And pieces of the moon;
You left me to salvage the pieces of myself.
The truth is, you left me in a maze of my thoughts
Like a rat chasing its tail
And I'm sorry it was never you, you always tasted bitter and burned
I only wanted to melt away the emptiness in your irises,
Break away from the distraught grip of your fear
Did I ever tell you can't just set thing on fire because you like to watch ash float?
You were always so wreckless.
With my bleeding and broken heart in your hands all you could mutter was,
"I made a mess."
A man once told me that anyone good for me would never hurt me
And I suddenly forgot that,
When your eyes turned to icy corridors and your hands, tightened leather
The truth is, you left me there in the dark.
And I haven't emerged.