I bled sincerely upon your cold unanswered doorstep.
A soft reminder of the knife you kept so clean.
Revoking memories that your soul destroyed with silence.
The words long gone now, but the tears can still be seen.
A touch and a glance.
A thought and a kiss.
You sold me your lifetime.
For a moment of bliss.
I rode your wild horses,
Too broken to run.
As you hiked up your clouds,
And tasted my sun.
The moment grew dirty.
And you picked up your knife.
As you dusted your porcelain.
And fled for your life.
Yet you still choke on fragments.
Of those feelings you hated
Now you're drowning,
In the puddle that your own tears created
