Confidence burning in my throat like acid
dripping violently from open pores and dead fingernails
everything I ever knew has come back to haunt me
and I'm lying in bed dreaming of you
you look in the mirror
hoping to find yourself in those eyes
you fall upon the cut-out picture of your heart
taken last summer,
when you were whole again.
and your dreams fall apart with that picture
and you push it quickly to the back of your mind
and hope to forget me over time
you pluck the strings of your guitar with your fingertips
overplayed notes burn holes in old paper
your writing that song to break my heart
but you don't have the right "chords" to strangle it
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