Her words are the thunders
That paint the walls
of this house
And I’m sitting here, missing
Every wrinkle of
her frowns.
Her eyes are the fire
Crackling loudly in this
room
But I’m frozen beside it
And my hands are turning blue.
She’s just a disaster
Smiling back to my
tears
As I’m still trying to remove the knife
She left between
my ribs
Though I still feel the need
To hear her voice in my
sleep
Though she’s so cruel sometimes
And she’s still on my
mind.
She’s biting her tongue
To let me sing this
song through
And I’m standing here shivering
Carefully choosing
my phrases.
Her stare is a chainsaw
Blindly diving into my
chest
But she looks great tonight
And I’m so scared to say it
Because she hates
Everything about me
And I still hate
Loving her for what she is
‘Cause she’s the bitter smile
You wear when days fall apart.
