Grass Is Dying

I was sitting on the edge of a cliff, when you pushed me.

Yes, it hurt, however, roads end but also turn left.

I watched the tide get pulled back in, only to have it rejected by the sea, and it returned to my feet.

It made me sad because there's nothing worse than a goodbye kiss.

Your taste is still there, but I know you won't return.

It was like the thought of you killed me, and it also kept me alive, but it is fall and the grass is starting to die.

Part of me knew you weren't good, but it was curiosity that killed this cat and I had to know... I had to know.

I was right, and you were a liar.

You told me how you missed me, I believed you, but you lied.

There's part of me that broke, and the other was just numb.

And now when I lay in the grass, there is frost but I have learned to lay there.

A boy once told me my hands were so warm, and now they're the coldest part of my body. He told me I changed.

But what he didn't know it was you who stopped the clock from ticking and now I sit in a pitch black room biting my nails because that's all I feel like doing.

The fuel inside my bones is empty, pushed to the side of the road and has been left there as long as you have been missing.

I keep telling myself that tomorrow is a new day, but it seems the sun hasn't risen.

I tried to ask you for help, but the operator said you rejected my call and all I can think about is how it must feel to be on the other side of the phone.

I don't think you realise that words hurt people. Your words hurt me.

You don't care about anything but yourself and a little plant you call by a woman's name.

I forgot what it was like to be happy.

I am so damn good at faking it, sometimes I think I am... sometimes I fool myself as well as I fool you.

You stopped calling and I stopped hoping and some things aren't meant to work.

But it's like your the food to my brain and it's beginning to starve and all I want is to see you.

But that's not how life works, and once again the grass is starting to die.

I like to pretend I'm okay with being alone, but it has eaten me up on the inside and it is taking a toll outward.

I need you, but it's so confusing because you need me more. However I can't make you look at what you refuse to see.

I keep telling myself things will get better and the scars will go away, but I've come to the realization that it won't be anytime soon. I can't even convince myself anymore.

It seems my vision is blurred from the tears in my eyes that have been there for far too long.

Let me be the first to say, I don't like these feelings I'm feeling but I can't help but feel them.

I keep ripping myself open as if it was a letter from you only to find nothing but the next layer of my own skin.

I don't blame you, though, because if you were on the edge of that cliff, I'd probably push you too.

I'll never tell you I miss you, but it is true, I do. Listen to me when I say, I have seen the grass and it is starting to die.