Tears roll down my cheeks and I can feel the age overcome me, voices reminding me in your memory that you lied again, that you broke another promise, that you made me cry once more, and how much longer can I cry before I, myself become en empty well of false promises and loose change that I kept losing betting on you.
My heart crumbles to ash and I beg you to let me go. I beg you to stop. I beg you to stay. I beg and I beg, and sometimes I wonder if my tongue is just a vine tangled by splinters of the past that I can’t stop tasting. I wonder if I buried your name, would roses take your spot.
I plead to myself to forget your smile, to move to a place where I have never heard your voice. I claw at my chest, wishing I could remove this burden of a heart that just weighs me down with my love for people who can’t love me.
And in the midst of my crying, my tears filling the room, drowning me in my own misery with no one to blame. I realize you already left before I knew your name. You already saw the fire escape and made a map in your heart to leave when you saw the flames in me.