you're connected to me
by the finest of threads.
the yarn was thicker,
but time wears all things.
i wish you weren't in my life at all.
and as i write this,
i know i'm lying through my teeth.
i fill the gaps with cigarettes,
instead.
i hold the scissors;
i have been for hours, actually.
my knuckles grow white,
but i still can't
bring myself to make the
single, swift motion,
and cut all ties with you.
as my first love,
it was your duty to hold onto
my heart.
well, it's been years-
i'd like my heart back.
(i can take care of myself, now.)
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
you're connected to me
by the finest of threads.
the yarn was thicker,
but time wears all things.
i wish you weren't in my life at all.
and as i write this,
i know i'm lying through my teeth.
i fill the gaps with cigarettes,
instead.
i hold the scissors;
i have been for hours, actually.
my knuckles grow white,
but i still can't
bring myself to make the
single, swift motion,
and cut all ties with you.
as my first love,
it was your duty to hold onto
my heart.
well, it's been years-
i'd like my heart back.
(i can take care of myself, now.)