My eyes cry out dead flowers.
Each petal is wet on the cold ground,
laying there oh so very proud.
I could stare at them for hours.

There is beauty in rotting things
Can't you see?
There is beauty in old meanings
Even if they make you bleed.

You never used to make me nervous.
You didn't have the capability to do so.

I was so INLOVE with you
So infatuated with your presence.

Now you're gone...

Every time we talk, i get nervous.
Scared i might say the wrong thing
And you'll just end the conversation...

When I'm with you, I get nervous.
If i make the wrong move, you'll look at me with confusion & disgust...

When i touch you, I get nervous.
Afraid my lips might contact yours &
You'll push me away...

We aren't together.
And now
You have the capability
To make
Me nervous...

When I first met you,
I was so afraid;
You were a beautiful
Dream, realized.
I held your hand,
But I could hear it ticking.
We were a grenade
And darling, I pulled the pin.
As I watched us burn
I knew I should go,
But I couldn't move.
I stood by the wreckage
And knew it was too late,
But I stayed,
My love, I stayed.

When I met you I had galaxies in my heart, stars in my eyes, and constellations in my mind. My dreams stretched to the other side of the universe and I swore that one day I'd fly with the comets, mesmerizing every single person who saw me. So ******* for stripping me of all of that and **** myself for letting you.

you are
the love of
my life
and
you are
the life of
my love