Severed Kinda Love.
Everytime I held you in my arms you took all the pains from my gray heart.
When you look away this time, then return into my arms-there will be no eyes in my sockets to watch over you from afar.
Right when I needed you, you cursed at my name-then when you looked back my legs were gone and started apologizing away.
Now I had no legs to run away ever, at all. Everytime I held your hands in mine and looked into your eyes, you stuck your hand deep in my chest and pulled my lungs apart.
Severed love is the worst kinda love, when they think they did nothing wrong.
When you come running back on your two legs to see me once again, there will be nothing left but tooth and nail, some strands of pink dyed hair.

© Junemousonae