I Want You to Know

28 - In This Dress

In this dress I stood

on the last day I'd ever see him.

There, his hands never touched this dress,

they never took it off of me,

but his fingerprints are inked into the fabric,

as black as charcoal.

There, his stare pierced this dress

as he tried to see through my exterior.

The laughs and the smile.

Were they real, he wondered?

There, through the walls, his eyes burnt

holes as wide as my heart in this dress,

and I've been trying

to sew them up ever since.

And it was there his teeth ripped into this dress

as he grinned a big old grin

to anyone who wasn't me.

They tore it apart like his words tore me.

His feet stomped footprints

into this dress as he walked, there.

With every step I took forward, he pulled me back

by the hem of this dress.

There he destroyed me

and now his ghost follows me around,

in this dress.

In this dress I stood

on the last day I'd ever see him.

Hoping that he wouldn't know,

My hands shook in this dress.

My heart fluttered in this dress.

My lips smiled in this dress.

And my eyes dried in this dress.

From my heart to my head,

every inch of me was branded with his name,

the ink in my blood, in my veins

mapped my life like a wine stain on my favorite dress.

I stood there on the last day

clothed in his memory,

silently pleading for him to leave me alone

in this dress.

I tried to bridge the distance in this dress,

but I ended up burning bridges instead.

He never touched this dress,

but his lips still kissed it

and his eyes still pierced it

and his cold heart beat on this dress

and I,

I can't take it anymore

in this dress.

He destroyed me

in this dress.

in this dress.

in this dress.

He was here

and then he was gone.

It was real,

but it was wrong.

In this dress.