The Art Of Collapsing
by Keepsake· from She Hums Like a Radio
Where we take separate breaths and memories of your perfume are forgotten I stand choking on the things you once said, the days once held close to my
heart. And only one image remains, short lived and reminiscent of your face.
That pathetic angel drowning herself in your tears now begins her descent from our skies, but her wings were weak from the start. The first of our last good-byes.
And I think to myself, our lips would fit together so well. The final step in perfecting the art of collapsing. When your laughter is ignored and that last painful smile fades away I fall choking on the lies you once said. And I'll never look at you through the same eyes again.