Head In The Clouds

Slight bruise on my neck.

You claim you have no regrets.

I spill chamomile tea,

Screaming “get away from me”.

I thought I lost my peace,

But now I sit and watch it seize,

Knowing that it was you

Who stripped me of the truth.

A faint scar on my knee.

You really love it when I bleed.

Tomorrow I’ll clean the carpet,

But you’ll be brokenhearted.

I hoped that you were done,

Now I hide and I run.

Every exit is a new trap.

My legs can’t take another lap.

“What a waste of life,

Looking for things to rhyme.”

You always hated out loud,

Said my head was in the clouds.

Good luck finding me now,

I hope silence drowns you out.

Slight bruise on my neck.

You claim you have no regrets.

-Jackie