Stationary with tear-stained vulnerabilities,
You open your heart like a revolving door,
Out with the bad in with the good.

You write of simple things and love the most.
But your dreams wither and die, just like a butterfly,
Light on the breeze as your words carry anvils to my heart.
Cascading silhouettes of photographs and memories,
And heart-sparked infidelities


But this heart beats no more for you,
And barely makes a sound at all,
Like raindrops on a window,

Pitter-

Patter-

And clocks and rabbit holes can never take me home again,
A spyglass of wine…or two…maybe I’ll be better off,
But no, I’m stranded, clinging to dear life,
Caught in your spider web of lies and deceit.

But you look so innocent playing by yourself,
Humming softly as you pluck at all the pretty flowers
Your eyes glow red underneath porcelain skin

Yet no one seems to notice.

My demon of deception,
My angel of oblivion,
My last testament to a blood stain I can’t remove
Your name was tattooed into too many hearts

Unwittingly I submit, if only for the moment
The ashtray’s all full, and I have nowhere left to turn
My world stands still and the clock doesn’t seem to notice

Tick-

Tock-

I laid claim to happiness once
Took stock in the moment and lost it all
I don’t mind losing security
But you’re an investment my dear, mature, grow up

Maybe then you’ll shed that skin
Grow a bigger heart
Feel sorry for yourself,
Remorse, envy, jealousy
Something that might make you seem human

Instead of eating hearts for breakfast