Write clear and hard about what hurts
                    ~Earnest Hemmingway

Did you keep a track of how many songs I wrote,
keeping in mind the flowers that never bloomed?
I thought it was a norm, to write about pretty things,
Little did you know, your image in my mind stinks.
Yet I named the flower after you.

Each breath I lost when I was with you
You said you'd steal them, save them for me.
When I was pain, you smiled
The empty promises became heartache without air.

Slipping down through the cracks
The bruises were our anniversaries
You wrapped me in your arms, saying you'll protect me
But when the embrace grew cold
I knew you were hiding my flaws.

Why do you kiss me
Only when I am about to scream?
Why do wipe my tears
only when you have to show me to your friends?

When you're with me
You're only there to warm the other side of the bed.
Now I am so lonely,
My only friend is your shadow when you show me your back while asleep.

Then you leave the coffee stains,
Kiss me in the middle of the park,
All the marks are and all the cheers
Just couldn't see the caution tape around your chest.

So I need to pay the rent to occupy your mind?
What about you being a tenant in this body?
And as the linen bed sheet goes to the laundry basket,
The stains clean itself for a new night full of tears and pain.

Then you bring back the summer full of apricots
And how I thought you'd be a fancy thing to own,
But the poison tastes sweet so does sugar
None of them can kill me softly like your lips,
Then I would have another bruise to hide.

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Fuck what is this heartache uwu shit? Don't listen to alec Benjamin and cry over non-existent boyfriends.