But our eyes can't unmeet,
and you can't unwound my heart,
the strings you tugged at.
I'm not the kind of person you keep
when you let everything just
fall apart.
You were always the first one
to bolt out the door
when the curtains caught fire,
when the faucet spewed dirt
instead of water.
What little light I thought you saw
in my fluorescent eyes,
couldn't get past your opacity
and you just watched them
burn out.
It was always going to end
exactly like
this.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
But our eyes can't unmeet,
and you can't unwound my heart,
the strings you tugged at.
I'm not the kind of person you keep
when you let everything just
fall apart.
You were always the first one
to bolt out the door
when the curtains caught fire,
when the faucet spewed dirt
instead of water.
What little light I thought you saw
in my fluorescent eyes,
couldn't get past your opacity
and you just watched them
burn out.
It was always going to end
exactly like
this.
