It was all a game to you
As I lay tangled around your fingers
And I, smitten while I stapled a smile on my face
Trying to hide all the insecurities that
You made visible to my eyes
When before this I wasn’t this hesitant of myself.
Once, it was all about drum rolls and beating hearts.
Now it’s just about shattered glass and screeching chalkboards.
You’re like a cryptic message from the pyramid,
Throwing me complex allegories
As you show no care at the ball of emotions inside of me.
Take a bat and hit me real hard.
Hit me out of the park and land me in a gutter.
As long as your ego is fed, I’m the least of your concern.
With this picture laid out in front of me,
I am airbrushing you out of my life.
Things could have been different and things could have been easier
Because broken hearts aren’t easy to mend.
(Originally written on May 12th 2007)
