The song plays on a loop in my new apartment,
And the sound surrounds me like a circle of hell.
Those missiles I aimed at your cast iron skin,
They must have convinced you to kiss and tell.
Intentions are dull like the weapons you used.
Now I justify my love to the worried masses.
What if giving up is our safest option?
What if the goodbyes broke our finest glasses?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 