painted my heart
(1.21.22)

painted my heart your favorite colors so you'd want it
they know it'd happen and get prepared for the show
heedless then and now, deceiving words: false and faux
were they nothing more than illusory skit?
is it just something that is too out of reach?
the words you spoke, were they figures of speech?
after all of our days, some sweet but seeming counterfeit,
i never can seem to say i didn't think you'd stoop so low
always looking for the absolute best in you, though
yet i'm not sure there's very much "best" in our midst
it was clear, it was innocent, then you stained the glass
taking every missing piece of the picture with
then i had nothing but the way it was left, in ruins
and the stabbing memory of a fading past
the kinder words you said fading into the abyss
praying i'll someday have the strength to lose it