Paper Bags, Heavy Items.

These are the lies you spit.
Take back your butterflies.
Here are the false hopes you left.
Inside are the fake smiles that led me on.

I was never that girl.
I wasn't even human.
We never touched like the others.
No one saw my blush and wondered.
But we both knew where it was going.
You could have prevented this.

So take back your pocket of dreams.
My faded jeans can't carry them.
These are your dark eyes.
Here are your words.
Here is your disaster.