my hands
will touch your heart one day
and maybe if one day
i’m happy
i’ll be content enough to stay
and the marks on my arms
match up with your torn heart
and the troubles we face
could replace our ways
my eyes they see
the memories
and when i dream
it’s mostly you
my eyes they seem
to be glistening
cause you tell me
you love the color blue
but it’s not true
because you like the color red
and purple
and pink and yellow
and maybe i’m mellow
with an attitude
you would lie and deceive me
because you think that i’m dreamy
but you always will keep me
close to you
it’s a bit of a problem
with love this toxic
you paint my picture for me
it’s a bit obnoxious
when the suffocations constant
i might have just lost myself in you
i might have just lost me
you’re twisted
you crossed me
you tore up my body
one by one
you picked at my face
like it’s an illusion
you dumbed me down
and now i am foolish
for believing in you
and all that you do
trust issues
for broken men
i took your hand
and you led me on
and you tossed me away
when i was no longer someone you could ******* depend on