This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Are you listening? Do you feel the walls crashing around 
you? do you stand and watch the pieces you cherish fall 
right through your fingers. Is there even a knife in your 
shaking hands? My chest feels pierced and pain settled in. 
I never knew words could be used as a murder weapon. From 
miles away I can still feel contact from the blade. I gave 
everything and in return you bled me for all I am. Bled for
 all I am.

I try to bear looking in your eyes but they?ve become so 
vague (they remain so vague) Why do you raise these walls 
while the floor falls beneath our feet?

You portray this as something more than the ruins that lay 
before us. All that was pure in me you?ve reduced to embers
 and ashes. They say home is where the heart is. How did it
 feel to burn it all to the ground? I gave everything and 
in return you burn me for all that I am. Burned for all I 
am.

I try to bear looking in your eyes but they?ve become so 
vague (they remain so vague) Why do you raise these walls 
while the floor falls beneath our feet?

I will watch you break everything in me.