am i a bad person for thinking
i’m not in love with you?

you love me to the ends of
the earth but i see it now

the pain was too much for
me to handle in the summer

the lies were breaking me
to the dust i’m made of

i want to love you but
how do i love someone

you’ve made it seem like
every love has to hurt

are you a bad person?

i see things
they lurk around the corner
waiting for me to ruin myself
in the limelight of eyes

i hear things
that whisper as i try to think
they try to make me do things
i don’t want to do

i feel things
urges to do something bad
something my mother wouldn’t approve
but then i remind myself

she was the one who put them there.

i’m sick of it
i’m sick of the pain
i’m sick of waiting
i’m sick of sacrificing
i’m sick of the crying
i’m sick of the lies
i’m sick of your friends
i’m sick of your behavior
i’m sick of it all

the pain is for your satisfaction
the waiting is the patience my mother taught me
the crying is the tears of anger
the lying is for you to get away
the friends influence our relationship
the drugs and alcohol ruin us

the sickness is the end.

you’ve been damaged from your childhood
from the fighting your parents
the way they call you names
and tell you things that are engraved into your soul

but now i’ve sacrificed everything from my happiness to my innocence
and i’m still falling through tme down with you, falling faster than i did for you
i want to stay but the pain tears me from you
tell me you love me because all i want to do is love you. . . again

a smile that could cure cancer
eyes that can light the universe
a laugh to diagnose depression
stories that make you laugh until you cry

he will literally make you die inside

write on my body with your lips
take my heart in tiny bits

touch my skin softly
read me to sleep
hold me when i cry
dazzle me with your smile

deceive me with kindness
then hurt me the next
your hands can do wonders besides just ***

my soul is fragile
but of course i have to bow down to you, my king

She's got a bad reputation
Her laugh is loud
Everyone wants to find her location
She draws a crowd

She has secrets
Barely any told
Some of them make deep cuts
And leave them cold

Some like her
Some do not
She will come into your life like a blur
And some get caught

He has feelings
She can't figure it out
She'll keep him bleeding
But sooner or later, it will all turn into a drought