Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
Being without you just felt wrong,
Normally I could fake stretch a smile across my face but this day I can not
From the very moment I met you, you became my everything
all those years ago it felt like you were made to change me
and you did
I am the skeleton in your closet
I am the mess you coauthored
though you deny it
and would much rather burn the house down then open the door and reveal the girl you killed
the girl I used to be
to be fair
I was already broken and susceptible to your charms,
my walls had been previously broken down
and as they were preparing to rise to new heights you grabbed your suitcase and jumped over the expanding brick
trapping yourself inside of my heart
I don't think you knew that I didn't have a key
so while you sweep your wrongdoings against me under the rug in your tiny apartment with her
I wait for you.
