oh my dear.

your eyes are blue (with suffocation) and suddenly it's like I never noticed before. We were tangled up in other people's beds. These aren't our sheets, our pillows, our mouths making those sounds. (you will push me into the strangers wall and there is no us.)

and to think you had me believing the wishes we made on those stars would come true. I actually thought there was still a soul left somewhere deep inside of you.
I was wrong, I should have known.

You whispered into my hair. And I was infatuated with your morning breath. A case of the morning afters; I needed you to turn my bones to splinters. But instead, you swallowed my heart whole and left me
gasping the air for any trace left
of you.