Shattered Things
I did not want to kiss
of course not
but I wanted you to know I was still there breathing
in the passenger seat next to you
I wanted to speak your language
Bad people don’t worry about being bad people.
It’s not a hearse, I haven’t been killed for a long time.
You can’t touch me,
not even when my hair is weaved beneath your nails in the back seat
not even when I can’t tell whose leg is whose.
I hope I never see you again
I hope I never again get the chance to never let you know about the resentment.
Bad people dont worry about being bad people.
I hate that you get to carry that with you
as a thin veil to throw over it all.
Worse, I hate that I believe in things like that
I also once said
that shattered things don’t search for repair
