Playing With Fire

Pardon me for saying so, but you look more pitiful

Than I had ever imagined, despite perfect fashion

And your photographs depict you so differently.

I always thought you would be some sort of match for me.

So let’s decide who can survive

Stomping feet and racing beats of hearts that don’t ever slow.

Then I’ll write letters on white paper expressing,

My deep dissapointment.

Dripping where I stand from my watery hands,

Hoping to get past the open bedroom door,

Where her clothes on the floor remind me of our conversation,

The feeling of slight hesitation

Fourteen days now since we started to complicate the situation.

I’m not hiding I’m just buying some time for us to find the back door.

We will come out when it’s safe for us.

When it’s safe for us..

When it’s safe for us

There’s nothing left to say to excuse the way that I’ve behaved.

I still feel him gripping like a stain

To fabric, torn at every seam,

Then thrown away

Why should I take all the blame for my mistakes? You were there with every

promise made to break.

When did you become the one without regret?

Kill me.

I swear I won’t forget.

When did you become the one without regret?

Kill me.

I swear I won’t forget.