How can you look into my eyes and tell me you care
when your gaze is burning holes in my brain?
You held me close and ran your fingers, searching for delicacy;
I thought it was because you wanted to protect me,
you knew it as a way to control me.
When you locked your hands in mine,
you said you promised you'd never leave;
I didn't know you meant it figuratively;
please, stop haunting me.
You spoke sweet nothings,
made me smile, made me happy,
but I only soon found that they were just that:
*sweet, bitter, sugar-coated
empty words of nothing.*
How can you hold my hand
and dig your nails so deep
into the creases of my fingers
and invade my blood-stream
only to tell me to forget you.
(NJ2014) © All Rights Reserved.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
How can you look into my eyes and tell me you care
when your gaze is burning holes in my brain?
You held me close and ran your fingers, searching for delicacy;
I thought it was because you wanted to protect me,
you knew it as a way to control me.
When you locked your hands in mine,
you said you promised you'd never leave;
I didn't know you meant it figuratively;
please, stop haunting me.
You spoke sweet nothings,
made me smile, made me happy,
but I only soon found that they were just that:
*sweet, bitter, sugar-coated
empty words of nothing.*
How can you hold my hand
and dig your nails so deep
into the creases of my fingers
and invade my blood-stream
only to tell me to forget you.
(NJ2014) © All Rights Reserved.
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