Your love was liquid,
Spilling over and under my thoughts.
Looking back at the days you drowned me,
I want nothing to do with you.
Love is not a cigarette
Something of habit.
Something you do to feel normal.
Love is not a word,
To be spoken of in layman’s terms,
As if not understanding it’s meaning.
How can you appreciate not having someone,
If you’ve never not had someone.
The truth comes in silence,
A quiet night where no one calls.
A dance you weren’t invited to,
A date you got stood up on,
When you don’t have anyone to rely on.
Fuck the thought of happiness,
It’s just a word.
A word to be used in common speech,
To be blurted out at any request.
It means nothing if not in retrospect.
I won’t be fine,
Pretending that I am.
I Wont be happy that your with him.
But I don’t want a piece of your tattered heart,
That can’t stand on it’s own,
That can’t beat a single beat,
Without knowing someone hears it.
You’ve never known alone,
Never felt the waves crash down on you.
The cold water filling your lungs,
Making it impossible to breathe.
You don’t know love,
You just know how to lie to your heart.