Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

I don't know about my strengths and weaknesses,

For strengths are not supposed to make you weep

and weaknesses are not supposed to be wrapped up in a woolen pashmina on a cold weather day

She was the victim of tortured screams and deepened scars.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow,

Forgiveness is fatal,

Lying on the bathroom's floor

You slammed the door shut

There's blood on my fingers.

There was so much written in the depths of her eyes

I always adored you love

I am tired of being the silent prayers of someone

If you tear apart this tapestry of scars

Let me go.

You deserve so much more, my love.

Trust me.

I know you don't trust yourself but

So many wasted moments

There's something I want to say

It's kinda funny

to hear that you are unworthy

from the ones who were supposed

I saw you that day and felt

my heart fluttering,

my eyes eager to look at you, my ears dying to hear your voice

and my fingers desperate to touch those lips.

And when I saw you today, I felt a million shards of glass embedded into that same heart,

my eyes glistened with unshed tears,

my ears numbed to that voice,

and my fingers burned with a disgust so strong

that for the split second I saw you, I only felt