I fed you love on a silver spoon
I lay petals on your bed
Not knowing that you would spit it all out
And cast them aside you when you slept
Had you known
That I plucked each petal from the depths of my lungs
That every time you thought I did not know,
I did in fact
That you did not love me.
I was not yours.
I see how squinted your eyes get around him.
How in every love song, we would be thinking of different people.
I learned to lick the scraps from your knife.
And in plucking the petals you ever so carelessly planted in me,
I tried to tell you
"Fall in love again with anyone, please. Just not with him"
