all this wasted time at being so good for you.
when i found you face down bloodied palms and broken knees from all the pleeding it took,
i had been through mazes and places i've never been around just to come get you.
you said "the world is too believing, and needs lessons on grieving and regret".
at that point you wanted nothing to do with my bed.
i would have picked up your heart and dusted it off and taken it for safe keeping,
but the hole in your chest and the blood in your mouth showed me i couldn't stop you from leaving.
and when i realized what i had done to get this far and what i had to rip apart,
your only response was "babe, you broke your own fucking heart."
so the skin around my neck i've imagined has slowly been getting thicker,
layer upon layer from rewinding nights of naked thighs and too much liquor.
and i've been coughing up blood since i sucked you clean dry.
your drano drowned blood from when i saved you from dying.
and when i found you face down, bloodied palms and broken knees from all the pleeding it took,
my mouth was dry from all the lies i told to keep you begging on the ground kneeling.
you said "it's much too late, i'm broken and bruised but you can't stop the healing.
sometimes the things you want are much too dangerous so you have to tear them apart,
listen love, i'm sorry, you broke your own fucking heart."
For the record, don't ever fucking 'warn' Miss Caroline Sansone about me again, whoever the fuck did that. I swear to God if anybody ever tried fucking with her I'd slit them open. Happily.
i had been through mazes and places i've never been around just to come get you.
you said "the world is too believing, and needs lessons on grieving and regret".
at that point you wanted nothing to do with my bed.
i would have picked up your heart and dusted it off and taken it for safe keeping,
but the hole in your chest and the blood in your mouth showed me i couldn't stop you from leaving.
and when i realized what i had done to get this far and what i had to rip apart,
your only response was "babe, you broke your own fucking heart."
so the skin around my neck i've imagined has slowly been getting thicker,
layer upon layer from rewinding nights of naked thighs and too much liquor.
and i've been coughing up blood since i sucked you clean dry.
your drano drowned blood from when i saved you from dying.
and when i found you face down, bloodied palms and broken knees from all the pleeding it took,
my mouth was dry from all the lies i told to keep you begging on the ground kneeling.
you said "it's much too late, i'm broken and bruised but you can't stop the healing.
sometimes the things you want are much too dangerous so you have to tear them apart,
listen love, i'm sorry, you broke your own fucking heart."
For the record, don't ever fucking 'warn' Miss Caroline Sansone about me again, whoever the fuck did that. I swear to God if anybody ever tried fucking with her I'd slit them open. Happily.