I always relapse
in your arms

As much as I despise it
My love for you is

                                    F A R
Beyond the hatred.

I love your sinful,
beautiful ways,
of playing with,
my heartstrings.

I guess I love...everything.
Your ugly sins.
Your beautiful lies.
Your tainted feelings.
How I wish I could despise.

Oh, your anger.
Oh your clever ***** ways,
of playing with my heartstrings.

Your filthy hands covered in my blood of love.
You never even had the chance to put on gloves.

I guess I can admit this
I hate your ******* guts
I never truly loved you
Nothing but silly lust
A way to waste time
A way to forget my ex
And since he's mine again
I can finally confess
I used you like a toy
And I have no regrets

You don't need to be
the brightest star in the sky
to be someone, my dear.

Everything you do in life
will matter, please don't fear.

The love you share,
the words you say,
the dresses that you make,

a smile on his face,
a laugh from her lips,
the confidence gained
from the dress that fits.

You don't have to be
the brightest star in the sky
to be someone, my dear.

Every breath you take,
every word, every stitch,
every step you make,

effects another,
one change at a time,
making you somebody,
stitching together you.

.and then she said,
'why don't you come to bed and let me guide you through the night'
I said,
'Alright'

I am the awkward treble cleft resting against your crescendo heartbeat
All the while  thinking "I don't think Mozart could have ever written anything as beautiful as your breath"
And I bet when God made you, part of the angles choir found itself nestled in your vocal chords
Comfort
Like a down blanket you wrap me in the silk strands of your forearms
And all I want to know is how you got these scars
My guess is you fell to hard for a girl who was never your favorite song
And you had to nitpick the sour notes of her broken promises from your skin