i loved a boy with soft lips but i felt a certain emptiness in his kiss
his mouth was made of roses
but his tongue was like the thorns underneath them
he tells all of his friends that the pain he caused me was not on purpose
but why do i see so much purpose in this pain
he'll ruin anything for the sake of another sad song
another romanticized line about something that never should have happened to begin with
he'll shatter the glass of every window his hands have ever stained
i wanted to be an open window
i wanted to let the light in
i let him trace over my patterns but i felt more ruined than anything
i thought i was a stained glass window
but i am the temple
and this is a holy place