i can feel your eyes landed on me
i can see the flaws in my speech
every blank space i have to fill
singing through gritted teeth
these lies are out for you to believe
there's no lesson left to teach
death doesn't always bring the grief
the storm came, and i couldn't breathe
i'm a victim of the things i did
even though it swept me right away
just one yesterday could save
all the good things i ever made
letters scattered like they're trash
i look up and you're not there
and i'm wondering if it's fair
you'll never know what i'm about to say
but maybe it's for the best
maybe you couldn't stay
you said it wasn't a fucking war
but you're ready to fire your gun
it's not like we never been in the trenches
now we're just a hit and run
i remember, we broke before the fall
and i crashed back to my senses
is this the end of the dream?
to survive, i locked myself up
and i choke on your hard words
before they even come out of your lips
why did you leave me while i was asleep?
why do we always have to hurt like this?
stood back, watching you leave
stood up, tried to hold on your sleeve
and i can't believe that you didn't see
how much you still meant to me
after everything that we missed
we're crashing like smithereens
we're fighting like warriors on a ring
breaking promises, destroying everything
you're not what i expected you to be
i'm here in the trenches, watching
as you try to make your moves on me
blood drops and tears are falling
holding onto sweet memories
they soon will run away from me
sun starts to fade, moon takes place
we had it all, didn't we?
it was all ours, wasn't it meant to be?
now i can't even look at your face
shadows surround me like a showdown
will anybody come and save me now?
armour, don't fail me now, don't fall
fighting like our lives depend on it
all because of a broken promise
i can't even recall what torn us apart
a single shot on a crowded club
we drifted apart like one of us got burned
i'm waiting on your next tilted speech
it never occurred to you that i was hurt
there's so much more out in the world
so i guess i'll wear my heart on my sleeve
YOU ARE READING
smithereens.
Poesíamy 7th collection of poems is mainly about how much your actions can affect the people around you. i used the metaphor of a glass structure crashed by a gunshot. the pieces hurt everyone involved, including the person who pulled the trigger.