This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Are you listening? Do you feel the walls crashing around you? do you stand and watch the pieces you cherish fall right through your fingers. Is there even a knife in your shaking hands? My chest feels pierced and pain settled in. I never knew words could be used as a murder weapon. From miles away I can still feel contact from the blade. I gave everything and in return you bled me for all I am. Bled for all I am.

I try to bear looking in your eyes but they?ve become so vague (they remain so vague) Why do you raise these walls while the floor falls beneath our feet?

You portray this as something more than the ruins that lay before us. All that was pure in me you?ve reduced to embers and ashes. They say home is where the heart is. How did it feel to burn it all to the ground? I gave everything and in return you burn me for all that I am. Burned for all I am.

I try to bear looking in your eyes but they?ve become so vague (they remain so vague) Why do you raise these walls while the floor falls beneath our feet?

I will watch you break everything in me.