Waves

I want to see you tear apart at the seams so you'll know how it feels when people pretend they're waves breaking on the shore, pulling and pushing, taking but you're not giving. You've never given anyone anything but heartbreak. 

Bang

I’m a gun out of bullets intent on backfiring, imploding into oblivion, but oblivion would be a satisfying destination because it doesn’t have you in it and all those strings called feelings attached.

Castings.

You’re the newest member of the cast for the play entitled my life where dramatic irony steals the limelight but the curtains call never takes place and I’m left tugging at the heavy velvet, “screaming The End” just like the way you’ve been tugging at my overstrained hearts strings.