You
ruined my favorite song,
the one I played for you
the night we (I?)
confessed.
You
listened to my song and said
you knew it
too.
You lied.
You're a liar.
You
crinkled the fragile paper of
my heart,
already thin from
ruined songs passed.
When I hear it now
I hear
the drumbeat in your chest
blood rushing through my ears
the breaking of a glass
staccato breath between--
Not:
Your voice
A phone call
Text
Email
LinkedIn notification.
You
ruined my favorite song.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
You
ruined my favorite song,
the one I played for you
the night we (I?)
confessed.
You
listened to my song and said
you knew it
too.
You lied.
You're a liar.
You
crinkled the fragile paper of
my heart,
already thin from
ruined songs passed.
When I hear it now
I hear
the drumbeat in your chest
blood rushing through my ears
the breaking of a glass
staccato breath between--
Not:
Your voice
A phone call
Text
Email
LinkedIn notification.
You
ruined my favorite song.