I like to pretend that everything is perfect
That I don't know how much you love her
That we're safe in this bubble
Of love and loyalty
But we're not
And even though I keep quiet
I hope that you feel the thorns of my lost trust
When I touch you
I hope you see the red in my vision
When I look at you
I hope you taste the venom of my anger
When I kiss you
Because sweetheart,
There may be peace on the outside
But you're both in pieces in my mind.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
I like to pretend that everything is perfect
That I don't know how much you love her
That we're safe in this bubble
Of love and loyalty
But we're not
And even though I keep quiet
I hope that you feel the thorns of my lost trust
When I touch you
I hope you see the red in my vision
When I look at you
I hope you taste the venom of my anger
When I kiss you
Because sweetheart,
There may be peace on the outside
But you're both in pieces in my mind.
