I started to question myself
Of whether I was capable of loving
The fact that I cannot puke a decent amount of emotions scared me
I wasn't me anymore

I had a hard time dealing with reciprocation
I lacked empathy
I wasn't me anymore

I doubted the people who showed me sincerity
I never wanted their affection
And eventually, I started pushing people away
I wasn't me anymore

The thing is, I wasn't meant to be pursued
I was used to being the one who cared more
But I hope that one day I will be inlove again
But it feels like I can't
Because I am not me anymore

Torture; the mark of a beautiful woman left on your brain.
Tearing chunks out but, it is fair game.
She had conscious to steal your heart in spite of potential pain.
But all she did was use you in light of her own gain.
You stuck with her because you love her, your feelings can't be tamed.
You'd break any cage for her despite how many hearts she's slain.
In retrospect it may be that you're the one to blame.
You made so many mistakes... too many to name.
You stayed with her because she had became
The only thing that made you feel whole with nothing to gain.
But gain, that's just it. Its personal gain.
You know when you're apart, its too hard to gain
Someone who loves you who shares that pain.
And even though she didn't love you, she certainly knew pain.

You tore a coffee addiction straight from the marrow of my bones;
You did it with those dark-roast, morning-sunrise eyes.
You did it with a glance.

It took weeks of constant coffee consumption for the addiction to settle and cravings to begin bringing me back each day,
but with you (your eyes that scream contemplation, ambition, enthusiasm, strong coffee)
I am hooked after one sip.

Without a doubt I know, in the marrow of my bones, that I will awake to a caffeine headache when I awake without your eyes near mine.
The strong black coffee that used to hold constant occupancy in my veins through a charming addiction will no longer do the trick.

You (your eyes that scream contemplation, ambition, enthusiasm, strong coffee),
With a glance,
You've got me addicted (forever).
I'm going to keep coming back.

You've got me writing our story before our first hello.
With you I've fallen in love with things I don't yet know.


How did you mange to catch me so quickly?

I took her to my room
Where she took me
Any way she wanted

No questions asked
For we both knew
There were no answers

We came together
But left separately

My life and me.