Hands Up

Hands up. You got me.
“I don’t care”, you told me.
Things are slow, in this flow…
Where is home? I miss you.

You came across,
my path was built,
I closed down deals,
you stopped me with a kiss.
How does not having lived feel like?

Bitter sweet waterfalls,
cross my mind, cross my line
of make-up, in my face.
There you see a mess,
a mess you left,
when you parted, broke my heart.
-Like forever was a dream.