in between the i'm sorrys and the forgive mes
and the screaming at three AM
the plates colliding with paper thin walls
in between the heated glares
the fire in your eyes that has cooled down to sputtering embers
a reminder of a flame that once threatened to burn the world down to ashes
that was how much i loved you
in between all of the glass shards
that've made a home in the wreckage between us
i wonder
if you regret any of this
if you spend all your shooting stars
on wishing we had never met
the same way i do
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
in between the i'm sorrys and the forgive mes
and the screaming at three AM
the plates colliding with paper thin walls
in between the heated glares
the fire in your eyes that has cooled down to sputtering embers
a reminder of a flame that once threatened to burn the world down to ashes
that was how much i loved you
in between all of the glass shards
that've made a home in the wreckage between us
i wonder
if you regret any of this
if you spend all your shooting stars
on wishing we had never met
the same way i do
