The smell of the sweater you left still lingers and yet is gone to her
She still hasn't forgotten but she can forget now
You left and took everything...everything
She can still remember the look on your face when it snowed
The cold breeze turning the tip of your nose a shade of red
You both laughed as the snow fell on your warm bodies clothed with nothing but pajamas
But that was when you two were happy in each others arms
now every touch you give her feels like daggers
You guys were an opening act and you threw a knife right through her soul leaving her an empty casket
she was falling and you couldn't open your wings enough to pull her up off the cliff
you laughed at the pain written on her face
you laughed at the agony painted on her body
the sorrow on you rface was long gone by then
the smell of your drunken breathe hurt her head
she was nauseated at what you become but she couldn't help but want to pull you out of the grave you dug yourself
She couldn't help but smile because this lone star found her moon for a short time
this planet found a moon to orbit her depression, her not so soft edges, her insecurites
but in the end you only made them worse
you tore open her beating broken heart to hear the llulaby hidden inside
but she is not a music box..... no she can't be
she lay in bed and ponder on you, on existing, on breathing... on being here ina world the won't look twice if she left
yet here she is crying in a bathroom because you told her she wasn't good enough
here she is so tired of a world that wouldn't bat an eye if she broke like a porcelain doll sitting on a dusty shelf so fragil she could break with every loving touch
you came and now your gone leavving your mark on a girl that didn't need it
your gone with a bullet
