With each rotting apocalypse of a day,
you decay in my purple hazed eyes.
Fading into the background,
a secondary performer with a marginalized soliloquy.
It is my fault just as much as yours.
Hearts are never broken alone,
you’re a black widow,
a parasite that can't live on its own.
You'll look at my face and simply know.
Maybe it´ll be the bags of burden under my eyes,
or the slope of my lips,
the lack of color in my cheeks.
You'll know.
The theatrics of it all seem dull.
Your lack of pulse makes "break a leg" seem quite appealing,
at least then I’d hear screaming.
I would know I'm there with myself,
feeling.
In bed alone, talking to the ceiling.
How I wish, how I wish!
Lie down with me, limited land I can cover.
A tramp looking for his lady under covers.
Your tongue no longer breaks the tides of time.
Your words skip stones that never sink.
You are no longer the reason of an extra beat.