Also by r.h. Sin
Whiskey Words & a Shovel I
Whiskey Words & a Shovel II
Whiskey Words & a Shovel III
Rest in the Mourning
A Beautiful Composition of Broken
Algedonic
Planting Gardens in Graves
scene one.
you’re waiting aren’t you
you’re always waiting for a sign
something that’ll help you believe
in him and all of his lies
you’re in denial about the truth
never questioning his excuse
say you think highly of yourself
but you still entertain his abuse
what happened to your soul
i see the bruises and the scars
he never deserved to touch your canvas
how’d you forget that you are art
i know it fucking hurts
but i’ll just say this because it’s true
any man who hurts your heart
is incapable of falling for you
and i know somewhere you agree
this is the hardest lesson learned
thought it was cool to play with fire
but no one warned you that it’d burn
now all the promises were broken
you cut yourself on shards of lies
smiling in every selfie
but inside you scream and cry
now what’s a heart to do
when it aches black and blue
you put trust in his hands
but now his hands are harming you
there is love, i hope you find it
it lives within, i hope you find it
that text says, “baby i miss you”
but i hope you know he’s lying
think of me a friend
or a stranger who gives a fuck
i just wish to see you grow
i’m tired of seeing you stuck
scene two.
where do you go
when your eyes stare into the moon
where do you go
when your heart feels too heavy
to hold
do you even know how beautiful you are
how the stars envy you
full of a light that shines through darkness
full of life in the dead of night
searching for yourself
lost in a forest of misfortune
and betrayal
you could yell and wake up the sun
and yet you sit silently in the darkness
in deep thought
like a daydream that occurs at night
i wonder where you wander
when you look into the moon
scene three.
she felt like feeling nothing
cold like a touch of winter
empty like the wine bottles
that took up space in her room
a summer of mistakes
led her here
a bed filled with loneliness
and a heart tired of breaking
she felt like feeling nothing
she grew tired missing you
scene four.
just because they’re good-looking
doesn’t mean they’ll be good to you
some things or some bodies
are just nice to look at
but those same things
those same some bodies
could be the same ones
to destroy the joy in your heart
be careful
scene five.
she knows things
she knows so much more
than you realize
noticing it all
and so much of what she sees
has become too much for her heart
she lives with it
your secrets, your lies
the things you’ve kept hidden
she knows every hiding place
and yet she says nothing
she sits silently
watching you play a losing game
with her heart
one day she’ll let you know
what she knows
and that’ll be the day
that she’s ready to let go
scene six.
i think in some way
the liquor complicated
but somehow complemented
her grief in a temporary way
often drinking whatever she could