I wait for you, tell you to put the weight of your pain on my shoulders
-as if I'm not drowning already-
I look at my self in disgust, after discussing and blindly leading you to believe I'm in love with myself
-because what guys isn't right?-
I sit and reflect on all this ******** I drug myself through to keep the heels of your heels clean, romanticizing this reflex I have to catch you everytime you fall
I reign in the pieces of your broken heart every time you're too weak to pick them up, and that would be okay if you weren't so content raining on me everytime you felt cold
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
I wait for you, tell you to put the weight of your pain on my shoulders
-as if I'm not drowning already-
I look at my self in disgust, after discussing and blindly leading you to believe I'm in love with myself
-because what guys isn't right?-
I sit and reflect on all this ******** I drug myself through to keep the heels of your heels clean, romanticizing this reflex I have to catch you everytime you fall
I reign in the pieces of your broken heart every time you're too weak to pick them up, and that would be okay if you weren't so content raining on me everytime you felt cold
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