staring at backgrounds

knowing that as the days all crack

in the background of a life before my mind

images of history

would never show their fucking face again

or even think of resurrection

how sorrow fills our hearts

how fears oppress our minds

no

i apologize

scattered your voice

this must be the anniversary

of the first time you decided to forget me

a celebration of an ending of trust

so break

destroy nineteen years

and maybe in nineteen more

we can do this all again

and unearth broken bodies

when i thought you were being true

you were just looking

at the reflection of yourself in my eyes

could this be why we cry

so break

destroy nineteen years

and maybe in nineteen more

we can do this all again