The same brick wall

My heart is on the floor,
you stepped on it once
and would you please forgive me when I say I never thought we would be here again.
The story’s the same
but the scars go deeper now
and I’m beginning to think my wounds will never heal.
‘The best part of “Believe” is the “lie”’
and I’m starting to realize this is what it feels like.
Cigarettes and clean laundry
and nostalgia starts to kick in
and I can taste your lips,
smell your shirt,
and feel your arms,
all at once.
You left me nowhere to go
except back to the beginning.
And I’m beginning to think
you hadn’t planned this.
Spiraling out of control
starts to scare you
and you were unprepared.
I hope you are prepared
to be lonely
forever.