I walked eggshells to your heart

But your pieces didn’t wound my aching feet
I just wanted to know if you like sweet potato
If you would stay or go

As our bodies stripped down to the very last layers of timidity
Tender girl was my nom de plume
And you oozed careless freedom
Pleased me for a while
But our bare identities were never enough

We grew cold before we had the chance to grow old
And the brittle bones of our future

Snapped

Reminds me of the sound of my heart
Freshly butchered with a dagger of infidelity
And as my thoughts had been mislead
My spirit was gone
My body was dead

And I think I was trying to sing when I cried

Every opportunity you get to spew your molten hate over me
Is heard, every word
Every opportunity I get
You smother it down

Until I drown

How am I supposed to close my eyes and open my heart when
You won’t give me the time of day?

How am I supposed to trust when
Trusting your word is untrustworthy in itself?
You couldn’t comprehend who I am
Saw me as another broken thing to temporarily restore to working order
So I did my best impression

Of you

Until I was merely a reflection
Of your ideas of perfection
And it was a daisy in the assault rifle
Of what you call “acceptance”

Of what you called “love”

Your child’s eyes screamed for me to run
And I broke free

Because my time is worth more than your forlorned scorn
And I was born not to morne

But to drink the cool river that is life

And within my wisdom
I am to you the constant reminder of
Why our story had to end
Why you found me so difficult to comprehend
Why the failing use of our timeline rendered you to your knees
Why we are just a souvenir box, filled to the brim with crumpled up memories

Love may be change and compromise
Love might be liberation

But you modified me until I couldn’t see myself in the mirror anymore

Love is not living the lies you told me to tell myself

You asked for the key to my soul
And I swallowed it

And as I walked away
My paper heart finally tore

So I clung to the most familiar scrap
And placed it on my most blase heart’s map

I know I was trying to sing when I cried

We died.