I was always so good at selecting words to hurt rather than heal.
Busy premeditating verbal murder.
We should have instated a code of silence between us,
instead of choosing to speak every time something was wrong.
Forcing feelings, tiring ourselves out.
Many times without a doubt,
Shutting up just might have saved us.
My fingerprints washed off your body.
Kisses wiped from your lips.
Inspection couldn't find a mark I left behind,
or proof of the time I spent inside you.
Beside you.
With all the skin we shared, I'm scared.
You've taken back what I mistook as my own.
Casualties spared, judgements impaired.
For what cause was I disowned?
Are first loves forgotten?
Open words with a closing, to insight a battle.
Overheard glances invite free interpretations.
Jealousy vows a way to get back at me and suddenly
It's over with no time to explain.
I was honest with someone, when honesty wouldn't work.
Again paths crossing, feeling secure,
long enough to catch my reflection, rejection.
In a way you can say, "everything in life has an expiration date."
Running out of breath, running to your rescue.
Signing to donate my heart, finding it's been rejected.
By incompatible blood types, complications, and misunderstandings.
Close your eyes when your lips are covering my mouth or you don't mean it.
I wish some insight would have come to me before self surgery, you see, I wasn't
the first to have torn into my chest to win you over, but for me it is over and that is to say,
"You won't be missed." Wait, before you say good-bye let me take a picture to remember
not to meet you again, in another life or in another's body.
"We have to stop meeting like this."
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Music and Lyrics by John Lutzow