A Crack In The Flesh Pavement
Don't try to make a home in my heart; the cracks in its walls may expand at any moment. Don't make this into what it never was, I'm done begging to your selfish cause.
I sit at the place we built together for years, and I am alone at the table. There's the buzz of the crowd, sounds of dishes and cutlery clunking, my mind- it only knows of your absence. I hear my own breathe in you silence, so loud. So vile. You give love and you take away, as you please. Your foolishness keeps me in pain, suffering.
Crinkets of laughter and tears and joy, back in day. Your words like the slash of a sword take it all away.
Don't make the home, don’t call me again. I won't answer, knowing of the mistake you've made. Previously home now just a house with four walls, it's surprising what karma does when you hurt the ones you love. Life showed me days with tears and somber nights, but what it did to you must've been worse. For I went through while you hid in disguise. I wished you no pain and yet you tied a string of your lies around my throat. At the kitchen table I sit, wondering, where'd my baby go?
I'll draw comfort in knowing the best of you, while I leave the worst in my words. And my worlds- that I make- stories that I share. The side of my own, the points that I didn't get to make. Didn't I flaunt my love, before you bit the dust? Didn't I tirelessly pull you to the surface, before you chose to drown in what kills you?
Questions I may never asks, answers I know I won't ever get. Trusting the way the universe works, and letting go of what never stays. Good luck and, au revoir.
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