follow the leader.

Swings: that creaked when they swayed,
A broken down slide, a corpse of amusement
Where little kids played..

We sat. In silence, with tears on our cheeks:
Her lip turning white under clamped teethe.
Our initial stay scrawled in the bench
Near the trees: with empty bottles in the woods,
To remind us of better days.

She had gauze wrapped around her wrist,
And I could trace the scars she'd carved, and not miss
One red line. For three years i'd watched her twist
And dig, violent reminders, into her skin.

A thousand scratches, verses my imperfect thighs,
Now laced with a thousand whispered lies:

(For everytime I couldn't touch you,
His fingers knew the feel of my throat:
For everytime I wouldn't see you,
Or over you another chose..
His foot met my dreams, and slowly, broke...
Me down.)

I laid in her arms for one very last time,
As she told me every lie, every fucking time
She cheated, she kissed, she fucked but oh how she missed
The days where she had me wound around her lips,
How she'd been cring for days.. since the split.

I told her: of him.
My one mistake. Her jealousy killed,

Her.

Our love: was the knot, that held that belt in place,
And my kiss was the lipgloss still fuckin smudged on her face.

Follow the leader: and.. I'm dead, with her.