Behind the Brown Stars

Red-Handed

I picked all the broken bits up till I bled

And wished to forget the last things that you said.

The cuts on me stung, though less than your words;

I wasn't eavesdropping, yet I overheard.

These overtime hours you claim that you work--

You've been out late, wasting our money on her!

I've loved you and tried to stay calm and relax,

But when it was turned, you stabbed me in the back.

Now, I did try my best to avoid a fight...

But that all hit the fan when you screwed up tonight.

You called me her name and then made it my fault;

You were just angry because you were caught.

You slammed the front door and caused the mirror to crack.

Still, when you're hungry, I know you'll come back.

I picked the glass shards up by my lonesome self...

Meanwhile, our picture gathers dust on the shelf.

That picture of us at the very start:

The very first moment you captured my heart.

You said you were mine, and I was naïve;

I can't comprehend why I let myself believe--!

I bared my soul to you and hoped you would care.

(When girls do that, most guys would run away scared.)

I washed all the blood off my palms and my fingers,

But the sting of both glass and betrayal still lingers.

(The first line was inspired by "It Will Rain" by Bruno Mars. The rest just followed.)