Its A Good Thing You Don't Need Me Anymore

You remember when i still made you laugh,
when my hands touching your cheeks felt like
fire flies in your pocket.
When we would we walk the night
hand in hand as i kiss the shadow of the moon
cast on your lips.

Now you are a spark erupting in a volcano.

When did we become like the back hand of a drunk dad,
breaking things like the sound of shattered glasses
would quite the noise in our heart.

Remember when our heart use to melt into songs,
and our soul like crawling babies learned to lean on each other..,
now you say that love songs make you mad,
and their lyrics are chilli pepper at the back of your tongue.

you are free to go,
this heart is now a naked boy holding flowers
dropping petals, saying goodbye.