there are days i forget that i was the one who left, because you who broke my heart
threw him agaist the wall even though you knew it was fragile as crystal
you didn't even care, took the car keys and left
then i was all over the floor, broken
and you didn't even try to pick up the pieces or say pretty words
you didn't say anything actually
and i tried my best to rebuild myself, i left
but some pieces were left under the couch in your apartment
and i can't go back to get them
i'm not sure if i could go away again
and suffering for you is not healthy
so i think a part of me will always be with you
even if it's not my body lying on your bed,
or the girl in the photo on your shelf,
or the person who left a note on the fridge saying they love you
my heart is still there without you wanting it
but i know that you don't sweep under the couch anymore
you're allergic to dust, honey
and you don't even care when you can't stop sneezing
because my heart is still with you
you still control me, and that's all you need
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
