Keep Art Alive :: “Monarch” :: Art by Aaron Nagel

You call me up again just to break me like a promise,
so casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here,
’cause I remember it all, all, all… too well.

by me

You keep pieces of who we once were
tucked in the back of the hall closet
far from your own prying eyes
but on certain nights
with the moon blue in a starless sky
you take each piece out
one by one
two by two

Each memory feels like the edge of a razor
emotionally slicing up this predictable fade
your skin opening easier than expected
yet the cuts are bloodless and hollow
because every damage that could ever be done
is as over and long gone
as I was that last late afternoon

She catches you there in the shadows
the glisten of tears sparking like candlelight
and questions
and you lie to her again
just like last time
and the time before
because you still don’t know how to explain
how we let it all go

She’d never understand anyway
is the justification you embrace
and wrap around those fragile bones
you tell yourself this is all just a dream anyway
a time so far from now that it seems make-believe
back when we both still smoked
and penned novels on bar napkins
and made love on a second hand mattress

I saw the artist in you before you saw it yourself
the one she now claims to have set free
and you let her believe it
because what else is there to do now
except put everything back in that old cardboard box
and shove it into cobwebs and cassette taped goodbyes

We are obsolete now
we are yesterday
and you have almost forgotten me

All Too Well (live) :: Taylor Swift

Leave a Reply