There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

There’s no use trying to fight it
It’s in our blood
It’s what makes us,
Us
And we fully believe it to be so
That it’s foolish to play it safe
When our real life is out there
Waiting to be lived

I lost you
And I'll regret it always
But sometimes when I catch myself thinking of you
I say that if these hands were to ever reach for you again
I'd cut them off
I'm done performing autopsies on conversations from a lifetime ago
I didn't bury you in the past
I expelled you
You don't hide in some corner
No
I polished my heart with all the good
You lost me
And I'll regret it always

like a cigarette, ignited and raised to your scornful lips
you made me your addiction
and i let you consume me