give up
my head screams into my chest
but my stubborn, stupid breaking heart
just won't let me yet
We haven't really talked since you
promised you wouldn't disappear
you said whatever I need
just let you know
you'll always be right here
You lied.
I talked to you the other day
Well, you talked. I asked questions.
Some were too hard to answer I guess
you left them hanging in the air
afraid to break the news
like fragile, weak balloons
like my hope depends on you
but I
I'd rather have my heart shattered and
know exactly when it happens
than to see the crack form beneath the surface of an
already weak facade
and work its way to me until I am helpless and suddenly dropped
And you didn't ask about me
three weeks and they were all yours
I guess I'm breaking myself
it's so obvious I need to let go
so obvious
I'm a book on your shelf
I never asked you to read but
you opened me up
read til page 83
and you
spilled coffee over my pages
staining my edges
and when the ink ran together
you called me
too blurry for your eyes
and put me away
without letting me dry.
[you're not coming back]
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