14You're not holding me right
your arms don't fit me anymore
I try a smile but my courage fails,
my mouth twisting into tears
I still love you
We used to laugh in champagne kisses
stolen secrets in the middle of the night
but now we avoid gazes lost
and cry ourselves to sleep
And it's over
Messages print into my mind
sepia tone negatives of glazed bright lips
Words you told me, were they lies?
I crush the notes then iron them smooth
You said you loved me.
AN: feeling sorry for myself. -sob-