I see you in the cracks of her smile.
The cracks that curl and creep like the conscious blades that slide across my body when I see you with her and I can’t think,
About the way her smile mimicks mine when you sell her your recycled words that once rang in my ears,
And now ring in hers like a church bell, because you took your time at the speed of light and now I’m
Broken.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
I see you in the cracks of her smile.
The cracks that curl and creep like the conscious blades that slide across my body when I see you with her and I can’t think,
About the way her smile mimicks mine when you sell her your recycled words that once rang in my ears,
And now ring in hers like a church bell, because you took your time at the speed of light and now I’m
Broken.
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