Do you remember when I broke my own heart?
Did I ever break yours?
Historically, that is my speciality
Heart assassin
I don't think it took with you

Maybe I was just a head on the door (nod)
Something to conquer, again
And the rain keeps falling
The thunder is making it's way slowly

I have never seen such bright lights
And I live in the lights
Fairy circles, enchantments
I will take you from yourself
I did.

Not forever, just long enough to forget
And yet the rain will have its way

There lies the darkness of predators
And there lies joy

I do not forget, though I do not remember

You left some things behind

I'm trying my best
Woman
To let go of you now
So the aching might stop
& breaking my bones
Trying to shake you off
Climbing to figure out how
I lost like this
& you don't want it anymore
I've cracked through my chest
& slammed shut all my doors
On the floor
is where I belong now
crawling all my thoughts
If you could see my mind
You'd know you are not forgotten
& I have not let go yet
I don't know where to start
I use to start by kissing you
But not this time
This time I fall apart

Once tall, he now sits stooped over a stool.
drool, dropping from his lips.
pen in hand and hardly a smirk to share
where he once mocked.
the clock now ticks
louder.
He’s still regarded as a ****.
by everyone but her.
and it sticks like gum under
table tops, and flips
and flops, because he once had a confident air.
Now there is a blatant obnoxious stare.
A history of charm does less good
and more harm than it should.

You stripped me of my innocence.
Yours were the first lips
To press passion onto my stunted ****.
My body bruised by your touch,
Your forked tongue hissed through gritted teeth,
Caress me, as your hands rattle
With anger, desire.
Testosterone fulled triggers
Blew holes into my anatomy,
Ripping apart my flesh.
Now I tie stitches where skin should be,
I'm bleeding out my purity.
Drip,
       Drip,
               Drip.
The beads of sweat, roll downwards,
Trickling off your looming armour.
They dance with the oceans in my eyes.
Itching spiders romance with the bones
Upon my empty corpse.
Hollow reeking mass,
Devoured by play pretend.
Love lead way to self devouring devotion,
We play on ties with lit matchsticks.
Broken, singed strings,
Where my innocence should lie.