In my hand is a cup of tea
In this moment let me be
Take all the worries away
I beg thee just for a day

In my mind is a picture of us
A memory that now has passed
Take all the sadness with you
I beg thee to please do

In my heart is a sorrow of mine
A scar than no one can find
Take all the pain from me
And today just let me be

We only die once
But we live everyday

It's perfect

He threw compliments at you
until they stung.

He kissed you
until there were violet bruises
blooming across your arms.

The fingers he traced
up and down your back
turned into thorns.

His words morphed into
bombs.

It's perfect.
Until it's not.