I caught fireflies that escaped from your jar and used them to relight the room I’d kept dark, But those too eventually lost their light leaving nothing but a vague glow of what could have been and a remembrance of why the room was dark in the first place
I have a weird feeling inside. My chest tightens as I think of you; Each side tugging my ribs closer together until I can’t breathe. When my eyes close, I see her; Dark and beautiful standing next to you. You towering over her, Her fingers playing the piano on your skin Only the melodies you’ve created together. With each press of a key I can almost hear them.
They say good girls like bad guys, But good girls only like the guys with abuse in their eyes. The good girls only want to please those that can’t be pleased; It’s a mission only with no intent to succeed