My thoughts are the colour of your hair,
My tears echoing the words you never fully said, yet implied.
My mirror depicts what you willingly and happily left behind,
My heart, the thing you decidedly declined.
I rip apart my face, gauge out my eyes.
Beg my brain to forget your tired lies.
I've rarely felt ashamed,
I'm ashamed i believed you.
If it hurts to be called a liar imagine how it feels being lied to.
Drafting messages i won't ever send
Preforming monologues that won't ever be said,
You made me half of myself,
Then nothing.
I'm a floating head.
