1#Aftermath

you speak as if you're incomplete
an incompetent person
the sheets in between
yet you twitch your left eye
you turn away from me
and at the bad side of your bedside you look to
my bones crashing slowly
how more little do you want me to feel
when i've surrendered,
and become the tiniest thing in your eyes.
when i can't stop or breathe
flowing without punctuations
i never vent
but it burns me inside
you said you didn't
but i feel you did
we had exchanged words
yet i'm the one in the wrong
it was my fault
happiness lies within us
but faults are only on me
at the eiffel tower you'll see me
when the bell rings twice
i'll be on the ground
and have a high fall.

© Little Weeb