Copyright 2018 Clary
Can I paint all of your secrets with a waterfall of words?
As you open every window screaming to be heard
As I pull apart the pieces of your badly mangled heart
As I separate the tangled strands that tell me who you are.
Can I wash out all the shades of purple, blue, and red?
Or the tear stained pillows, which lay upon your bed
Let me steal the quiet whispers of my undeserving name
The ones often escaping those lips I’ll never claim
I tore away my portion o f your tapestry of life
Leaving dangling threads and unwanted strife
Unspoken anguish seeps, through you like the rain
Flowing like a poison, running through your veins
You despise the longing feelings that I left upon your skin
The ones there to remind you where my hands and lips have been
So, you couldn’t make me happy and love wasn’t enough,
To fill this void inside of me, to fill my empty cup.
Can I paint all of your secrets with a waterfall of words?
As I regret mistakes I’ve made and all I’ve left unheard
As I walk away and leave you with your badly mangled heart
As I turn my back on everything forsaking who you are.
Sarcastically Cynical 