"come here, you’re too far away"
yes, i am keeping my distance,
i have learned my lesson, you have taught me so well.
i have learned not to play with fire, and your skin is an inferno i know all too well.
i refuse to kiss my own blisters again, wrapping them in the one night stands of other lovers i know nothing of. this is what my healing is made of.
so when you come back to me with apologies, but all i see is the worn out deception in your eyes.
you play it out so well, the “i need some time, i’m not sure, i need space” card, the time the space it takes to find your way down into someone else’s world. i cannot be your back up plan again.
i am not a second string, i am an entire orchestra all on my own.
please do not be reluctant to sing along, but don’t you dare silence my voice; i’m not going to burn in your book of forgotten nights.
i am the kind of girl who deserves a ring, i am the kind of girl who walks down the aisle in a white dress while the choir sings, i am the girl who deserves your everything; and if you don’t believe that is me, please do not hesitate to leave.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
"come here, you’re too far away"
yes, i am keeping my distance,
i have learned my lesson, you have taught me so well.
i have learned not to play with fire, and your skin is an inferno i know all too well.
i refuse to kiss my own blisters again, wrapping them in the one night stands of other lovers i know nothing of. this is what my healing is made of.
so when you come back to me with apologies, but all i see is the worn out deception in your eyes.
you play it out so well, the “i need some time, i’m not sure, i need space” card, the time the space it takes to find your way down into someone else’s world. i cannot be your back up plan again.
i am not a second string, i am an entire orchestra all on my own.
please do not be reluctant to sing along, but don’t you dare silence my voice; i’m not going to burn in your book of forgotten nights.
i am the kind of girl who deserves a ring, i am the kind of girl who walks down the aisle in a white dress while the choir sings, i am the girl who deserves your everything; and if you don’t believe that is me, please do not hesitate to leave.
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