This morning I realised
You aren't the type
To cry at your wedding.
This is the first step to forgetting
By pulling your faults out of thin air,
Taking a pin to my thoughts
And piercing holes in my fantasies
That explode into a thousand pieces
Showering me in tiny fragments
Of every name you've called me.
Darling
Beautiful
Lovely
But I catch all those shards
Cutting my fingers
Push them into my heart and my mind
And leave myself bleeding.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
This morning I realised
You aren't the type
To cry at your wedding.
This is the first step to forgetting
By pulling your faults out of thin air,
Taking a pin to my thoughts
And piercing holes in my fantasies
That explode into a thousand pieces
Showering me in tiny fragments
Of every name you've called me.
Darling
Beautiful
Lovely
But I catch all those shards
Cutting my fingers
Push them into my heart and my mind
And leave myself bleeding.
