when he sings to you a song that tells you of his new happiness, your heart will stop dancing. and suddenly your body becomes an earthquake. and you, a trembling graveyard. a dying laughter. a lonely riot searching for could-haves and would-have-beens had you just loved him a little softer. and now, your hands, all covered in tears and blood, struggle to grip a tune that would make your heart want to dance again. you look for something that would turn this pain into a mountain until he tells you that you are not worth moving for. instead, you replay the songs you both used to sing to. but your heart moves to a low grinding tune that makes you want to disappear. of all the songs, you never thought this one would die out.
