Echos

Her love for him still lingers like an echo

She can hear the sound resonating and bouncing off walls

Bits of broken heart all scattered around like shards from a broken mirror

Getting the nasty sharp pieces stuck in her feet every time she tries to walk

She doesnt walk very far anymore.

He took her heart and smashed it up, he took her all away, away on a titanic cruise, paths laid with dead babies and messages to other women late at light

If I could I could rip you to into a million tiny pieces as if you were paper

I imagine my hand inside your chest tearing your very heart out

If I could I would ignite you from the inside out just by staring at you

My eyes would make you burn and I would dance in the flames as you were staggering around alight

I would cause so much damage to you that you would scream out in pain and regret ever giving me the unhappiness that I never did deserve.

I would kill you in one instant with a fashioned plastic spoon like a woman possessed from barnsley

Oh how many are so enlightened and born again with compliments and flirtations.

Words of oh god youre so pretty

That does what? Stating the obvious?

Who is pretty? As if what you looked like ever mattered? Only matters to those who are so ugly that they are grateful for the attention. I wont ever live under that illusion. No one has seen me in the morning after a drink binge.

Deeper than a puddle but more shallow than a drip in the sink?

No one will ever stop me dancing here alone.

But you can all give me a few laughs along the way.

A broken heart never killed anyone.

Until you die of it

i like you a lot but don’t hijack something that actually mattered to me. not fair.)