You make my heart ache clench, quiver, and sway Break it into pieces and watch it fade away.
Yet one look into your eyes and I'd let you do it once more. Hurt me over and over and I'd still demand an encore.
But do you really love me? Or are you just using me too? Did "us" ever exist? Or was I just hung up on you?
Because you swore to me that one starry night under the stars, under the moonlight
That you'd never hurt me and we were meant forever But what if really forever lasted for never?
Yet all these doubts and questions in my mind went away at your touch and the stars realigned.
And I was stuck again drowning deep in your eyes weakening at your touch as I let down my disguise
Because you were the only one who ever saw the real me and my heart still belongs to you though everyone says it shouldn't be.
And you can call me stupid for not being able to see I meant nothing to you But you meant everything to me...
Definitely needs to be edited and whatnot, but just wanted to get my thoughts down. (I'm working on a new book and the protagonist is a poet so this is something she 'wrote'). If anyone wants to recommend a better title, please comment.