I just wanted to love someone so much - That I never learned to like anyone
She was dangerously close like a molotov to a dream. The crease in her smile From when she carried it closed Or maybe from when The one that last carried it for her.
There's a thorn in her paw; That is a crucifix in her theart and keeps her nailed to the pain. It's a cross between the love she has for everyone but herself, and the hatred for me. And I like it. All of it.
Still though, I dream that she's in my bed looking sweete than her taste for revenge, it's 5 PM and she isn't wearing much but she's in my bed, saying the things that I need to hear, which is just about anything at this point.
It's 8:30 pm, and I get my wake up call and out the door I go, in my headphones go the first thing I hear is Ed Sheeran I hate that I enjoy his voice because he's always ******* right and he tells me "baby you look happier, you do" well ****. "my friends told me, one day I'll feel it too" and now I need a shot because ****. I really was happier with her.
7:15 in the morning Don Quixote sits against my wall I can't really hear his voice but he says that it ain't right to fight a windmill and lose.
and then he tells me it ain't right for me and her to be all we've ever been.
All I make is mistakes I see them too, but it's always too late. It's all I know how to do. I know there's something wrong, hence why I'm drunk when I write. Sometimes I couldn't blink or take a breath during those conversations.
There's so much I'm uncertain about ...so many questions I'll never ask, again I used to ask a lot, for someone. not anymore. not since i couldn't explain what I couldn't explore. but that thorn is still in her paw. I wish I could've removed it.