This just in: I am breakable.
I have a heart and I know when I feel a footprint on it. News to you I'm sure, but now I know you don't care. You bring the taste of salt to my mouth.
Did I screw up somewhere?
Where were my words wrong?
What do I need to do to get you to care?
Shuddering breaths and sticky cheeks, I hope I don't see your face for weeks.
You were my smile, you were my soul.
I'll be gone next time you're home.
