Look at what you've done,
I thought that you were the one.
Instead you've hurt me:
you laugh when you see me bleed—
You are a calamity.
You've always known my nature.
Don't act innocent;
heartbreaking has always been
my true personality.
You ask me to trust you, but for me,
trust is like roasting a marshmallow.
My heart at the end of the stick
is soft and my love is thick;
the kind of sugary sweet
that can be crushed under extreme pressure
or melted under prolonged heat.
We both already know that
if you ask to take the stick from my hands
to hold it out over the flames,
promising to not let it get burned—
It's gonna catch fire no matter what you tell me.
Tell me, is this real:
do you truly love me when
you still sleep with her?
Memory is my
enemy— it reminds me
that you could care less.
My father told me
to avoid you, for you were
a raiding vessel.
In fact, you are a dinghy,
small on I, the vast ocean.
Is there hope in having our fingers crossed,
Or are we destined to be forever star-crossed?
Should I hope that these arms locked,
Will keep each other from falling apart?
Will the vows that from your lips promised
Be all that you said and more than it?
Maybe all that I’ll ever be is a skeptic,
But I question the strength of a mindless heart.
Love, you leave me breathless, yes you do
You also make me feel helpless, that much is true.
Like a child following blindly, is how I feel with you
Loving and being loved by you is a deconstructive art.
With my lips, I drank you in
And with my eyes, I cried you out