The sorrow echoed out of each chord she teased out of the fret with her long, deft fingers. She was minus a pick. She’d told me once that some songs need skin on skin.
This song was one of them. I understood that down to my bones.
I’d handed him everything.
I’d offered up a safe space for his confession.
I’d loved him regardless.
And he let our song go without a thought to me. Without even speaking to me. As if it was a used tissue to discard.
I’d have to talk to him, but right now, all I could feel was how he’d sliced me in two.
I wasn’t sure how I’d get past it. Did I want to?
Daylight comes and it’s all the same
Push me out
Start over again
I drive away, broken and alive
Because I know when you call again
There’s no escape
No escape for me
The tears leaked, trailing down to the crystals soldered to my microphone stand. I watched one drip down and melt into the platinum and ice-colored gemstones. With each word, some of the pain escaped and floated free over the crowd.
Their love and the acceptance of my song—our songs—had healed me when I was a girl dying to prove herself, and here and now the woman with her heart on display.
He told me he was poison
I didn't listen
He swore he was no good
But I saw only stars
In his eyes
In my heart
I got off on the lust
And the need
Oh how he needed me
It was hard to see
He was the stars blinding me
Cracks in the sidewalk
Make me fall