She traced her finger along his face
wrinkled photograph that she couldn't bare throw away
accepting closing curtains with a tightened fist quivering lip
and wiped away the only thing that ever made her feel alive
with a tearing sound of an angry ocean
washing the seconds away
she ripped it up at last
giving up
maybe the emptiness wouldn't swallow her whole this time
if she tried to tip-toe out
backward
peacefully
careful not to knock the vase over
too
late
the shattered pieces collapsed
echoing her broken heart
in slow motion
of course
always her favorite view
with her feet cemented to the ground
his silhoutte appearing in the doorway
darkness camaflouging the intentions of a million dollar smile
tender hands
smell of promise
He'd never hurt her
no
he loves her
Feigned resolution in her voice
"I refuse to wait for you."
we forgot that he was tone deaf to her getaway lines
and the car is out of gas
there's no fight left in her
though she's always been the colonol at this type of warfare
a five-star veteran
but he holds his weapon of mass destruction nearby
in his deceitful vocal chords
that sing songs of wanting her forever
more than anything
as he holds her best friend's hand under the table
[yet he wants her more than anything]
he taunts her with the key to her freedom
only needing to whisper goodbye
but smiles at the power of his silence
because he likes to know that she'll be there for him
when he's hungry for her homemade cookies
that taste like Saturday morning cartoons with a glass of no worries
he's safe in knowing
someone will always love him
even though the only thing he's ever been
is a cynical bastard
