i threw you out today. and i'm not sorry. you fell and had nowhere to cling.
so you fell on me. fuck it. i'm not here to catch you.
i would say it was written in the sky because it just so happened to be. i sat and fell in love with every word you didn't speak and you just wanted to fuck.
but now i'm catching your eyes from across an ocean and the waves are crashing on me.
what about all those times i was speaking and you were listening?
I'M SPEAKING, GOD DAMN IT. and you're never actually listening.
what if I so called "fell in love" again would you still keep your mouth closed and eyes straight?

I doubt it.