I’ve fallen out of love
I fell out of lust
A long time ago
Before you even noticed

I wish I still felt the same
as I did that first day
I wish those butterflies
would finally find their way

These escalators are going down
We could take steps backwards
But lose ourselves on the way up

I had high hopes
We could have found
What made us perfect
But now its not worth it
Anymore

Before I was your girl
But now as a woman
I’m not yours

Threads come undone
The pieces
Me and you
Don’t fit

It makes me
Kind of sad
That we lost our
Magic

The Rabbit won't come out of its hat
You can't pick my card
You can't find my heart

The people we were
young love birds
have changed
have lost common ground
on everything

But maybe
in the future
we'll have the same map
we'll meet up at the same place
it'll feel like that first day
even though the past has passed.

Melted marshmallow
Kisses
And
Hershey hugs
Are what you’re made of

A smore delight
A part of my desperate appetite

You starve me
And turn into
A cheater
A liar
A schemer

Graham ******* smiles crumble

Your kiss
My mouth
Diseased with regrets
A loss of innocence
A stolen breath

Poisoned my heart
Sugar coated truths gave me the stomach flu

But I still love you
Because I can’t stop thinking of...

Your
Marshmallow kisses
And all the sweet things
You used to be made of.

Searching for my lost self
Storing pain away on bookstore shelves
Narrow Hips
Bruised Lips
Cigarettes
Regrets
Coffee
Coughing
Looking over my shoulder for you
You left
but I disappeared
Kissed you last
when the sky stayed clear
Winter
I hate her

Soft Spoken Deals
A Rough Caress
and No Common Sense

Lead me to you

Cheap Whiskey
Inexperience
Flirtations

Made it come true

for one night

Hours pass by
fogged up windows
backseats
reeks of regret

Lost Innocence.

I bite my nails,
Another bad habit.
Like the nicotine I inhale,
Give myself with hands so lavish.
As I smoke,
I think of games
that as a child I use to play...

Hangman,
I feel so sorry for you.
Made up of mistakes,
just like me, too.
Hang-girl,
that's how I feel.
I'm just for show.
I'm not for real.

What's my secret?
What will I say?
*Figure it out before I hang.