The Breakup

My motives are transperant much like the clear liquor running down my thoart Preparing on it's journey to burn my liver. While I'm preparing to end this. I watch you from across the room and I imagine your movements when we're over Will you yell? Or simply shut the door behind me, forgetting everything we had and I've thrown away. My glazed over eyes meet with yours. I wonder If you know it's over, like I do. I'm all twisted up in your hug just trying to fight habits. I'm trying to fight any emotion thats flowing. If I don't feel any of it, maybe you won't either. But, It's never that easy is it? Because we're both feeling it and feeling it hard.