Honestly
You were nothing
But a shallow distraction
From myself
I took you in
Burnt your skin
And now
I'll wish you well
But had you
Acted casually
You could have
Held me down
And snuck your claws
Right past my jaw
And cut my tongue
Right out
But you would've known that I
Wasn't the staying kind
And carefully dismantled me
What if your hands weren't true
What if I found someone new
What becomes of the broken one
All the way
From Tennessee
My stomach
Twisted and turned
Mama said
There'd be days like this
But Jesus
How they burn
And you went white
Just like a ghost
You fell out
On the ground
And with our eyes
We compromised
And neither
Made a sound
But you would've known that I
Wasn't the staying kind
And carefully dismantled me
What if your hands weren't true
What if I found someone new
What becomes of the broken one
