Hot Tin Roof

Hate
Your words fall like bombs
Detonating
Seeming to evaporate
Like rain on a hot tin roof
But burning white like napalm
Breaking apart from the inside

You never lied to me
My saving grace, my guardian dear
What changed?
What did I do wrong?
Like the Fiddler on the Roof
One wrong move and I fall
When you said I cry too much, I cried

Horror
Could you have been false?
What larks!
Moon on a string, darling
A step too far, I step off the roof
I never said I wasn’t wrong
I never said I never lied