Give me a reason to believe your words that
fall from the sky,
dropping down like the diamond
tears dripping from the sky's face
flitting about,
vanishing into dust,
making up the dirt that we build our skyscrapers on
all over again,
just to fall from the top to get hurt
Show me some way
that you haven't forsaken me already-
give you another chance
in this game with no take backs.
Eradicate anything
I may or may not have
left for you;
I'll be the one trashing it this time around:
Because I stuck your diamond ring up my nose
as far as it would go
like it was in the hands of an eight year old-
I know it wasn’t a hand me down,
Maybe just cubic zirconia
or a piece of plastic
that you bought from a vending machine;
When I took it out
I bled all over the love letter
that you never wrote me
so is this truly goodbye?
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