Spared

 
I don't want to find out
what you see in me,
so spend a little less time now
thinking of what we could be.

I've left out of love,
never turned back my head,
I threw her heart in the trash,
like it was something I'd been fed.

A thief of the eyes,
one look upon me,
and there will be
no feeling of safety
for I am unraveled,
like a net lost at sea.

You will feel me
on the surface,
a grain of sand
trapped in your hair;
I am the one you forget
the prisoner you spare.