Day: Sep 12, 2022

I’m ripping apart every single page I wrote about you,

But it’s not like they show in the movies and that scares me.

My screams stay silent, suffocating everything that’s true.

I’m questioning my own morality while you stay carefree.

You weren’t the burden I expected to carry to my grave.

Now you’re cleaning your shovel, waiting for me to cool.

I wonder if you know that your heart is a freezing cave,

And that each soul tires of being used as a cold metal tool.

I’m burning every single paragraph that showed you I care,

But it’s not like in all of those songs, there’s no gasoline.

My red scalp is an open flame, yet I barely feel scared.

I would rather collapse than keep you as a part of me.

-Jackie