curtain dropped
Her every word slit through my heart. Your mendacity shone so bright— it kept glistening against my eyes. Oh, I kept falling for your lies, how I nearly opened my palm for just another guy. I know the world— turned out I’m still naive. And your presence killed that part. Now the blood reeks on your fingers. I’m not sure about the effect, not sure I’m there yet... but I hope every time you break something, in your head, this word lingers. At first, I really felt sorry in cold December’s frost and ice, thinking—how did you survive? Then the wind blew hard. In a second, it was all spring and nice. But the wind brought the curtain down— and all I saw was a lie. My heart was glass. Your image in a frame. Your eyes measured her body, and maybe your hands claimed. Still, your fingers circled me in blame. Oh, how far the earth revolves— yet men, they do not change. You slid in her DMs, then hers, then mine, but hid behind her shawl. And your Machiavellian act — you came to me with your eyes ba...
