You'll Keep Breathing. Trust Me.

Its funny how the tables can turn
without your heart even knowing it.

Oh sweetheart, my heart is a graveyard...
but I swear your emotions died before they
could ever make it out of your mouth.
Your existence has transcended past the
collection of memories stored in my head.
The way your fingers float up to your bottom lip
hasn't caught my breath in months.

& now your lips twist out words that my old heart
would've collapsed in amazement to hear.
It hasn't been like this in years and here I am,
moving on without you, like a car stuck on 90.
But there's still those lines attached to you;
the ones that I've been talking about forever.
The ones that catch my mind in the middle of the night
just to let me know you're almost home.
They'll run across country if they have to.
But there's no time for running anymore
just to hear your countless handfuls
of life-long confessions.

Still I'm stuck speaking these right back at you.
The words that I know YOU want to hear.
The ones that your heart has been waiting for,
so could this be my heart's final vengeance?
My last bittersweet revenge
to the boy who tore my still-beating heart
right from my chest
and managed to destroy every piece of it?

Can you tell me if my words sound fake?
If my voice is too shaky...
or if there's too much stability
in the way my words are formed.
Because I don't feel my heart breaking anymore,
I just hear the subtle sound of ribbons
stitching these halves back together.

Originally written on: August 14, 2004.