I put my feelings for you on a shelf somewhere.
I labeled it “Poison”.
Sometimes, if it’s quiet enough…
you can hear my Tell-Tale heart beating from the jar.
It’s okay, as long as it’s from afar.
Those feelings need to take a time out anyways.
Running around in my head confusing me…
Now I feel nothing.
Nothing for nothing.
Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll take down the jar.
But for now that would be quite unwise.
Hopefully, they won’t suffocate in there…
Can feelings die if they’re not properly tended to?
I guess we’ll see…