i still can't forget you.

i'll mend my heart with
scraps of yarn and a used bandaid
this is the last time you'll
push me to pieces
and tell me you love me
rip me to the tiniest
of shreads

i can't help but cling
to every memory of you
i can find lost deep inside
i can't help but hope you'll
keep my sweater vest
with the purple star
and wear it when you're
feeling lonely and missing
me and my love

i'll stop thinking that
we even have a chance
or that we had one when
we were giving chances to
a world where love and
chance will never coordinate

i picture your fluttering
eyelashes as they blink rapidly
in the hush of night as you dream of
her and not of me as you
once did when i was
everything and everyone to
you and our world

i'm not a part of
you and your fairytale love
affair with hope and death and the
end of all things
wicked and untrue to the
little picture you'd painted yourself
into a corner of
lies and fake romances with
me as the center and the
corner stone.

i will mend this broken heart with
cyanide and broken glass from
the perfume bottle you gave
me last september when
you loved me and
everything was perfectly
fine with being the end all of
despair and loneliness when
really it was just the
beginning