Tuesday, 3 February 2015

midnight memories

You asked if you could hear my heart, it was whole as you listened but only so you could hear how to break it. I should never have let you listen to my heart.

You look terrified. Terrified that you felt something and terrified of what I would do with those three words. You whispered them to me under the darkness of the night sky. I  believed you, for no one would hurt another so much if they did not.

I sang to you Billie Holiday as we danced in the middle of that empty street. Whilst I was piecing it together you were tearing it apart. You felt nothing and I felt everything as we danced alone on the street.

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