time heals; they say
but who tells you time kills?
it rips you apart with every hidden memory flashing in the back of your mind, each time you close your eyes.
softly yet surely,
it breaks you.
Every morning you lie to yourself, you're moving on, you're all fine, you don't love them anymore; but the same words come back to haunt you at night.
sitting by the window sill
and watching the rain,
reminds me of moments
you & i shared.
i remember,
the times i spent sprawled on my bathroom floor,
eyes numb from crying,
palms bleeding with my nails digging into them;
scarlet scarlet scarlet.
the world slips further away,
with every ragged breath you take,
with every choked scream you suppress;
until there's no more left to keep,
and no more left to hold.
what is love to someone broken?
what is love to a cynic?
every word whispered is no less than a promise,
a lullaby sung by the sirens.
i remember,
the times we held hands;
it was us against the world,
so tell me what prompted the world
to go against us now.
