Your eyes looked closed, but they're really open.

Don't tell me you didn't see this coming.

Eye's flash open, sideways glanceing.

Don't tell me It it'll be Okay anymore.

-

My name painted backwords,

in black across the floor.

Slurring out in nail polish polish pictures,

Who I'm not anymore.

-

A broken heart blankly unbeeting,

A dry, emotionless flatline pierceing the air,

A gift she got,

but never asked for.

-

beep