open ribcage
why couldn't he have loved me?
because everyone after him did and none of it mattered; even when it was my best friend's heart that i broke
i feel the essence of every skipped beat in my heart, it's love i couldn't convince to stay, love i couldn't help but let go, it's kisses that are better off left ungiven
but on the contrary
there are no songs left unsung, no streets left uncrossed for him
my open ribcage was his playground unvisited, my heart his toy unplayed with
he comes alive on christmas though... and he spoils me rotten