With time,
speaking becomes exhausting...
Upon a magical notion
thy ears deceived my heart...
Whoever made that
"Sticks and stones" parable...
I light another cigarette
Up against the burning sky...
Time does not bring relief
the lies you have told...
So the sun’s not coming for me
I didn’t expect it to...
She lights another cigarette
As the smoke fades...
You clawed away at my masks
Layer after layer had been shed...
Digging my nails so deep in desperation
that this gutted twang inside my heart is...
Sparkly eyes seep
Alarming truths...
You've torn me here
You've torn me there...
You pushed me from pillar-to-post
which became painful...