Devil in the City of Angels

We’re at the same bar 
But we’re not saying a word to each other 

We have the same mindset 
But we’d never say a word to each other 

And old memories crumble 
Into cracks of the same champagne bottle 

But we know all the stolen glances 
Make up for the lost time 
And lost words that never made it 

They make up for the secrets we shared to other people 
That morphed into empty air 

A million hours later 
And only a million ways to say 
You need to change your life 
Before terrible actions change it for you 

Thank god I never picked up that call
Cause the devil was on the other line 
Begging for a wake up call 

A million hours later 
And only a million ways to say 
You need to change your life 
Before terrible actions change it for you 

I can’t spin this sentence anymore 
Only a million ways to tell you 
You’re falling apart right in front of me 
And I can’t leave you or I seem like the criminal
No one thought to suspect 
But if I stay,
I become more broken every day
Trying to glue the pieces of a glass vase back together 
But they’ve been bashed so many times,
Nothing fits anymore 
And the fading of the colors 
Makes it unrecognizable 
But I still love it 
It’s my favorite thing I’ve ever had to myself 
I found it on my own 
And nourished it on my own 
But is it time to move along 
Now that I'm fully grown?

Why have two broken things
When you could only have one?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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