My name is Aly 
What’s left behind
riding on a downbound train
and I don’t know how to stop
running circles encased in black suede
heavy boots for a heavy heart
I could stomp on my emotions
and smirk as they lie bleeding
but why entertain redundancy
when you’re already cold?
I could pack my bags
but there’s nothing I brought with me
(oh how easily I could leave!)
head held high I’d leave no trace
no mark,
no memory
just a tiny tear
in your favourite pair of jeans
and a cold metallic taste
when you kiss another girl
but as much as I want to hurt you
and see you ripped to shreds
I just don’t have it in me
…a part of me still loves you