I'm not sure what I created
from this man
like a god

A monster I suppose
and a painful facade

I don't understand what I did
to make things this way
But I know I want them back
To how they were
replay

Back to October
Where love was so fresh
and so glimmering
and everything he did
was astounding

I didn't need anything else
but him

now the nights are so cold
when outside things are hot
and I keep telling myself
things are how they are not
and I've ******* myself over
for perfection
rejection of love

Who knows what's for best?
I can't talk to you
I feel as though I'd be weak in doing so
Maybe we just need a rest