You told me it was my fault as I stood
Pressed against the ledge with fingers entwined,
Fingers tearing at the tangled veins that pulsed
With the hurt that rushed under the canvas
You tore through as you made your way out of
Me.

I remember how it felt; just like the
Time you looked through me with those hazel
orbs glazed over, and I felt every
sealed **** inside me being forced open.
What you didn't know was that it was worth it,
You.

You laughed it off and turned your head away,
As if it wouldn't matter if it was
Hidden from view; the breaking of a heart
Under the weight of all the lies. As if
Telling me to smile at
you could fix the hurt.