splendor 》poetry

𝕥𝕒𝕩𝕚

Back and forth like the swinging pendulum around your neck.
You were in love last time that I checked.
Found some comfort at the end of a cigarette.
There's a few too many things I need to forget.

Empty beds and broken heads are screaming my name.
I can't help but think I am the one to blame.
Infidelity and lies–they are all the same.
I didn't come here just to watch you feed the flame.

And there's an invisible taxi waiting for me outside.
You have one more chance to swallow your pride.
The meter is running; I can hear the driver here inside.
Hold me down before I start to lift and fly.

The sun hasn't set yet;
We still have a few more hours.
My tears fall in the color red.
The last light could be ours.
My heart hasn't stopped just yet;
We still have a few more hours.
I guess you could say you won the bet.
My last breath could be ours.

You heard my every single cry for help.
I guess I cried too many times–you told me to go to hell.
I felt the spiteful hands on my back right as I fell.
I was pushed and I drowned in your deep well.

I showed you what I wrote–you read every single word.
My heart needs to be listened to, not just carelessly heard.
Sitting on the windowsill is a shiny black bird.
It flies on top of the taxi and listens to the motor purr.

So enticing I should just jump out the window right now.
But something keeps me here in my bed somehow.
You're unreachable and I feel something pulling me to the ground.
Covered in dirt and now the taxi's engine revs loud.

The sun hasn't set yet;
We still have a few more hours.
My tears fall in the color red.
The last light could be ours.
My heart hasn't stopped just yet;
We still have a few more hours.
I guess you could say you won the bet.
My last breath could be ours.

Saved then kicked out, my heart broke the mold.
These words are getting old.
Stuck in your blizzard, freezing cold.
We can't end with these words untold.