Look at me in my sunken eyes
and tell me your hollow truth.
About how I drowned you over and over
when I'm the one rotting in seaweed.
About how my kisses were too hard
when my lips are swollen and hips are bruised.
Oh but sometimes the drums weren't enough to keep up with you
and we both know you just can't peel someone from the inside out.
Yes,we both know closure isn't an option.
You were such a saint.
