i see yr no better at this
than i
holding a hand
breaking a heart
at the start of day
when you hide yr stolen blessings from me
and time won't heal these wounds
only certain hearts can nurture yr failures to reality
only plain white sheets can prove yr only faking transparency
when i play this sad piano
i want nothing more than you to stop and listen
and recognize that i am not yrs
and you were never mine
that this was never anyones to own.
