She leaves him
and though all you see on his face
are smiles, as if he's happy she's gone
it breaks him within
At night
he'll reread all the text messages
as if he's watching hi favourite movie
until through those messages
her voice haunts his head
At night
he'll be on the hunt for scissors
ready to play with the colour red
Tomorrow, his belief in love will be dead
But he says it never meant anything to him
when it really meant a lot
and he'll say he's really okay
when he's really not.
