It makes as much sense as a colorblind interior decorator,
but you, my friend, are my dangerous refuge.
You are my safety
and my pain.
You are my constant
and my storm.
I run to you,
but oh I long to get away.
My breaking heart is the sound of you,
my breathless excitement signals you too.
I think I fell in love with the pain that you bring.
The ups and downs each capture me as well as your somewhat crooked smile does.
You have me on leash
and whenever I get too far away,
you know just how to yank me back.
You'd think I'd have learned by now that the pain isn't as fulfilling as walking away.
Maybe I'm a *********
Or maybe I'm just a silly teenage girl.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
It makes as much sense as a colorblind interior decorator,
but you, my friend, are my dangerous refuge.
You are my safety
and my pain.
You are my constant
and my storm.
I run to you,
but oh I long to get away.
My breaking heart is the sound of you,
my breathless excitement signals you too.
I think I fell in love with the pain that you bring.
The ups and downs each capture me as well as your somewhat crooked smile does.
You have me on leash
and whenever I get too far away,
you know just how to yank me back.
You'd think I'd have learned by now that the pain isn't as fulfilling as walking away.
Maybe I'm a *********
Or maybe I'm just a silly teenage girl.
I'll probably be adding/editing this every once in awhile.
