It doesn't matter
About the metal in your hips,
The ethanol on your lips.
I didn't notice when you
leaned into me,
breathed on my neck,
And wrapped your arms around my waist
Then tip toed away to kiss his cheek.
I never saw you when you
Lay there, eyes shut, face upon the tiled surface, waiting for the haze to lift,
And you said that you hated me,
But I didn't hear you.
It doesn't matter about the stitches in your heart,
The patches in your skin,
The zippers that run down the
Back of your neck
And opens your mind.
I can't see you falling apart,
But I can't seem to miss
Our pupils touching,
Not that they do
Enough.
Would you believe me
If I said that I didn't care
That you played with my happiness,
Took it to use
And then left it in the alleyway
Next to the broken promises?
That even when you said that this time was the last time,
But you did it again anyway,
I always thought,
In the back of my head,
That if I pulled hard enough,
You might actually get through.
And maybe
Love me.
There was that time,
When I held your hand in mine,
We walked by the shores,
And you held my lips in yours.
Then when the wave crashed,
And the white-wash covered over our heads,
I looked up and smiled, expecting your eyes,
Only to find you were already gone.
You always seem
To slip through my fingers,
Just like those grains of sand.
And now,
It seems,
I've found myself
Alone on this lonesome beach.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
It doesn't matter
About the metal in your hips,
The ethanol on your lips.
I didn't notice when you
leaned into me,
breathed on my neck,
And wrapped your arms around my waist
Then tip toed away to kiss his cheek.
I never saw you when you
Lay there, eyes shut, face upon the tiled surface, waiting for the haze to lift,
And you said that you hated me,
But I didn't hear you.
It doesn't matter about the stitches in your heart,
The patches in your skin,
The zippers that run down the
Back of your neck
And opens your mind.
I can't see you falling apart,
But I can't seem to miss
Our pupils touching,
Not that they do
Enough.
Would you believe me
If I said that I didn't care
That you played with my happiness,
Took it to use
And then left it in the alleyway
Next to the broken promises?
That even when you said that this time was the last time,
But you did it again anyway,
I always thought,
In the back of my head,
That if I pulled hard enough,
You might actually get through.
And maybe
Love me.
There was that time,
When I held your hand in mine,
We walked by the shores,
And you held my lips in yours.
Then when the wave crashed,
And the white-wash covered over our heads,
I looked up and smiled, expecting your eyes,
Only to find you were already gone.
You always seem
To slip through my fingers,
Just like those grains of sand.
And now,
It seems,
I've found myself
Alone on this lonesome beach.
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