Is it too far, walking towards me, happy for once?
Demanding, asking for love from a lover?
She said yes and so I only feel comfortable hiding under sheets wishing for someone and somewhere else.
Feathers missing replaced by jagged bricks.
Pillowcase soaked with lies when I’m crying after yelling I don’t give a shit.
Destroying everything we’ve ever made in afternoons once our favorites
Here she comes, let me pretend I don’t care again.