help,
i’m lost on the way back home again.
everybody knows,
our love is six feet under.
it’s a hostage love,
forced and closed off.
we are a secret that no one knows.
i’m breaking at the seams,
lost and confused,
abandoned by you.
but it’s not your fault.
its mine for falling so **** hard

i crave innocence.
i want the hand holding,
the shying away from you,
the blushing,
the pure compliments,
i want everything.
i want the pure love for you.
i want you to look at me with love in your eyes and passion in your soul.
and when you look at me,
you don’t see me as a prize
or a toy
but as a girl
i want to be yours

never would i have guessed
that you and i would stay friends,
much less be friends.
you have shaped me into the woman i am today.
you’re a lovely soul
with a beautiful smile
and a warm heart.
we always joke,
cry,
and pig out on junk food together.
you’re my best friend.

you brought her along.
her gorgeous laugh,
wholesome smile and beautiful face.
no one understand each other more than us.
we are the three musketeers.
we are best friends who have been through the beat of times and the worst of times.
it’s us against the world.
the world is ours for the taking.
only you guys don’t want it...

please put down your weapons
and dismantle your armory.
this isn’t worth the war.
please forgive each other.
it’s both of your faults
but also neither.
you’re better than this.
please be better than this