Quarter-Heartedly

Hearts don’t grow on trees, but i never had one to begin with. Fuck love, I want fire, we’ll set the night aflame with all that pent-up desire.

I took the liberty of erasing your messages and deleting every memory of you. If i never have to look into your eyes again and see how much you never wanted me, it can be like you never existed. But really, who were we? We danced around in the rain and didn’t pay any attention to the people staring from inside. We left all our fears behind and now, you never seem to care enough. Why can’t you just go back to that? Why can’t you?

I keep to myself, but for the first time, it felt right to let you in. No regrets. Now, what i kep has been stolen, and I’ll never get that part of me back. You repeat my words, almost in admiration. You laughed as I cried, but those were tears that you never saw. You propelled yourself into the limelight at my expense, a cost you never had to repay, but I’m keeping a tab and baby, you’re six feet deep in debt.

All that’s left of me is a crumpled letter and a broken spirit. At night, I scream. If you listen closely, you’ll hear it.

Didn’t anybody ever tell you you’re not supposed to kill young girls? You took me by the hand and led me to the edge off of which I jumped. You said you would catch me, so I plunged into the darkness and you weren’t there. I haven’t seen the light of day since. You killed me, but I would still take that step off the cliff for you. That’s what hurts the most. That’s what keeps me awake. That’s all I have left, because that part of me you once knew has died. Here I am, clutching onto this sheet of lined paper as if it means something; as if you even remember what you wrote on it. I had you all figured out, but I miscalculated since you never knew me at all. Knew her at all. Yes, she’s gone and they can’t find her body.

You belonged to your friends, your money, and your guitar. Me, I’m just a lingering memory that will never go away.

Lips like morphine, and eyes set to kill.
Your hair is fraying and your hands just won’t keep still.
Skin like snow, flawless and cold.
You keep breaking hearts, but it’s getting old.

That boy had lips like morphine and a gaze that left me gasping.