is it my face you can’t stand to see?

Is it my face you can’t stand to see?

The things you mentioned while in bed together.

How your fingertips found all my weak spots.

No. Guess it was the reflection you saw when you told me,

We were better off free.

I follow my gut with this foolish feeling.

The blood rushes as I walk, talk and pace.

Catwoman has never meant so much to me.

South ferry and Fulton were the worst pain endured.

Somehow I still walk by and fall for you.

But don’t worry baby I’m so cured.

The deepest hole I dug and regret.

So far away and I still gave us hope.

Daily I wrote and had you motivate me.

Sitting at a café I tried to be normal, went on my way.

Tried to cry, but anger engulfed and rage I shed.

Right after I tore you up till I bled.

I stopped, grabbed my sheets and held my breath.

Poured my heart out, all over my bed.