How does it feel taking down the pictures
And burying our memories together?
How does it feel saving yourself even if it means watching me fall?
Perhaps you realized I was poison
The moment I touched the surface of your tongue,
Perhaps you made the right decision
Pulling me out of your life like a loose thread on your sweater,
Like I’m the greatest sin you’re ashamed to confess,
Well here you are, winning..
While I’m draining a glass of pride and regrets in one gulp
Left alone with a pen bleeding in red