I’m tired of biting my lips
so I let my feelings fall out of my mouth like water pouring onto tile floor
but you dry up my words with a mop
you pretend that they were never there
like they were never said
like they weren’t sprawled out on the cold floor collecting dust
like they were just too much
you just wanted to clean up the mess
you acted lie my confession was a fucking mess
why couldn’t you just leave it be?
put out a wet floor sign
so that nobody else would get hurt
so that nobody else would get caught in the cross fire
fall into me
why couldn’t you just let it happen?