You're ******* the marrow
From my brittle bones
Leaving decomposed white shells
Within the wilted flower that is me
But I forgive you
Once
Twice
Three hundred times over
I know you're struggling with porphyria
I know you're projecting your
"daddy issues" onto me
But if it hurt so badly when he left you,
Why do you subject me to the same pain?
Why did you want her but not me?
She is no princess and I am no peasant
I don't want you, not one bit
Life would be a breeze if you would have just left forever
Though I need you
You and I, we're more alike than I care to admit
We're both users
Searching for affection in enigmatic futures
Rather than addressing the wounds of broken childhoods
But in doing so,
We're breaking adulthood
Burning bridges we haven't yet walked
Extinguishing trails unblazed
Never exiting a situation unscathed
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
You're ******* the marrow
From my brittle bones
Leaving decomposed white shells
Within the wilted flower that is me
But I forgive you
Once
Twice
Three hundred times over
I know you're struggling with porphyria
I know you're projecting your
"daddy issues" onto me
But if it hurt so badly when he left you,
Why do you subject me to the same pain?
Why did you want her but not me?
She is no princess and I am no peasant
I don't want you, not one bit
Life would be a breeze if you would have just left forever
Though I need you
You and I, we're more alike than I care to admit
We're both users
Searching for affection in enigmatic futures
Rather than addressing the wounds of broken childhoods
But in doing so,
We're breaking adulthood
Burning bridges we haven't yet walked
Extinguishing trails unblazed
Never exiting a situation unscathed
