Does it really matter?
You still love me,
Congratulations.
And apparently he knows.
How does he feel,
About you making doe eyes at your ex?
If you loved me that much,
You should never have ended it.
But here we are.
The curtains drawn,
Lights out,
Catwalks and seats empty.
But still you return from your new role,
To sneak around backstage,
And try to corner the leading man,
Of a derelict show.
A masterpiece you used to be apart of,
Until you decided that,
It...I...wasn't worth your time.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
Does it really matter?
You still love me,
Congratulations.
And apparently he knows.
How does he feel,
About you making doe eyes at your ex?
If you loved me that much,
You should never have ended it.
But here we are.
The curtains drawn,
Lights out,
Catwalks and seats empty.
But still you return from your new role,
To sneak around backstage,
And try to corner the leading man,
Of a derelict show.
A masterpiece you used to be apart of,
Until you decided that,
It...I...wasn't worth your time.
