Aftertaste

Stop letting the people who left your life try to come back, all they're going to do Is hurt the parts they couldn't touch before.

I had so much faith that your hands wouldn't drop me,  the same way everyone else's  did. But as i fell through your  fingertips I realized you were all the same. 

I didn't know that loving you meant being chained to the ground at your feet. I should've broken free so long ago.

My hands keep trying to grab the empty space where you used to lay. They spread over the cold bedsheet like spindles and needles searching for the missing fabric of your clothes. And I wonder to myself If you were ever real at all. The more I try to remember what you look like, The only thing I see Is the door That you left wide open Behind you.