varga24

A bullet proof room can't stop an I love you;
fired from your mouth and sharpened with disapointment
I am self assured that you've done nothing but bad
I left that phrase on the table, hoping you'd clean it away
Forever
Forever ended weeks ago
And still I grip what can't be grasped, desperately.
If actions speak louder, why must you continue to scream at me.
I can taste him when we kiss, a past that is not burried.
A past you are not past.
The residue of what he did to you, lingers with everything you say.
A smile is a vinere that can be peeled away.
So easily.
Effortlessly.