"Weary sadness ate at her soul
For all the lies she told...
If my body could tell a story what would it say?
Would it tell you to screw off and go away...
Did I not stir the sharp taste of past
in my sweetened cup of tea...
There is a place where floods of fire collide,
where water burns against a bridge's brow...
Tired eyes, of a sleepless night
drinking coffee, a wretched sight...
You taught me of fire,
mimicking its fury with limbs aloft...
Oblivion
is where my heart and soul is...
Love
a word that means happyness...
The scars that mark me
tell of battles I have fought...
With such care and delicacy
she carries flowers in her hand...
You fight and bicker behind closed doors,
Take this picture and paint it over with the...
I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't want to see you walk out that door...