You told me your name, and I forgot how to respond.
I was far too busy watching the way your lips moved when you spoke.
You smiled at me, and I forgot how to breathe.
You were like gold in the bottom of a ***** creek, glittering among the rocks.
You held my hand, and my heart forgot to beat.
I was in a dream, caught up in the magic of you and me.
You spoke to me, and I forgot how to live.
You made me feel like you commanded the stars.
You showed me a new life, and I forgot how to be myself.
I was stuck living only to please you.
You took my everything, and I forgot how to love.
I was broken, and you stuck your fingers between the cracks and pulled.
And I opened my eyes to take a real look at you.
Those perfect lips held lies and broken promises.
The gold turned out to be a shiny piece of metal, trying to make itself stand out.
The magic was nothing more than a trick on my eyes, and you did your very best to conceal it.
You didn't command the stars, because they were too far away to hear you.
I started living for myself and god, did you hate that.
You hated that I could always put myself back together and stand up to you.
But what killed you the most, was when I broke my dependence on you.
Because then I was finally able to stand up and walk away.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
You told me your name, and I forgot how to respond.
I was far too busy watching the way your lips moved when you spoke.
You smiled at me, and I forgot how to breathe.
You were like gold in the bottom of a ***** creek, glittering among the rocks.
You held my hand, and my heart forgot to beat.
I was in a dream, caught up in the magic of you and me.
You spoke to me, and I forgot how to live.
You made me feel like you commanded the stars.
You showed me a new life, and I forgot how to be myself.
I was stuck living only to please you.
You took my everything, and I forgot how to love.
I was broken, and you stuck your fingers between the cracks and pulled.
And I opened my eyes to take a real look at you.
Those perfect lips held lies and broken promises.
The gold turned out to be a shiny piece of metal, trying to make itself stand out.
The magic was nothing more than a trick on my eyes, and you did your very best to conceal it.
You didn't command the stars, because they were too far away to hear you.
I started living for myself and god, did you hate that.
You hated that I could always put myself back together and stand up to you.
But what killed you the most, was when I broke my dependence on you.
Because then I was finally able to stand up and walk away.
This was one I wrote a while back
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