You like ink-stained skin,
and heavy metal love songs;
your words are like riddles
enough for my mind to burn;
You don’t really care,
as long as you keep yourself bare;
I really detest your guts
but I love you just as much
as I could hate you.

When will I love again, the way I used to love you?
Darling, I used to be so sweet, so bright, so new;
When I fell for your eyes, and you fell for me, too-
When will I love again, the way I used to love you?

I used to walk in circles, and you used to be a stranger
You caught my eye, and I should have known better
Than to be blinded by the right words you uttered
But still, I stood before you in complete surrender.

I always thought love was enough to mend all things
So I gave love, tried, in the midst of my heavy breathing;
As I saw remnants of my pride; there, I slowly caved in
And in that moment, love just felt like any other feeling.

I gave up and slowly built my shattered pride
Like walls around my chest, great enough for me to hide;
Strong enough for the strongest tide;
After countless times of loving and giving, I died.

I’m afraid to lay a hand on him
or leave any mark on his delicate skin;
because I know how much I could hurt
and he’s too precious to include
from all the lovers I had lost.

How I wish you could see well
the picture I’ve been trying to paint;
No. I could not play my fate with him-
I can’t afford to hurt his innocent eyes.

We speak the same language
and sing the same songs
and write the same poems
about love and how love could hurt.

I could just do it allover again
Do everything wrong and then hide;
And forget and start at once
But, no, not this time, not to him.

I told him once,
“I’m the worst person to fall in love with.”
And he asked me why.

It’s as simple as translating constellations
and solving an endless riddle;
Nothing’s ever clear when it comes to
loving and being loved by me.

You were easy to love, Yesterday
You would kiss me and hold me
and see through me like I was everything
you needed

You made me feel like I was the sun,
the moon, the stars that filled up
your void.

You are hard to love, Now
Your void gets
harder and harder to fill
But I love you, and I
would learn to love you until you
become the Yesterday I once
knew

You get the best of me
whenever your shadow appears
And I know you love her
and I am his missing piece;
but everytime you leave
and whenever your shadow appears
over and over again;
you get the best of me