Some things I cannot resist; I blame my own self worth. I got shot in a dream once...it didn't hurt. The apple is never as sweet as the whispered words that slither out of your mouth.
Still moonstruck, still insane, You throw me straight into the flame., and I like the burn enough to go back for seconds.
Because even though I don't owe you anything, I feel an obligation, like muscle memory it falls out my open mouth, gasping to remember the last few fragments of the nightmare you woke me from.
So here's to biting off more than you can chew, and having no regrets about finding yourself cracked beneath the covers, and disarrayed among the reflections of mistakes already made.
Maybe I needed this reality check. I'm on my own, I know. The temporal frustrates me, the birds fly south for the winter, I fly...nowhere. Permanence is a dream as fleeting as its own contradiction. It makes no sense, but what did I expect from you?
Do you remember the nights we laid across each others ankles to see if either would break under the weight of the other?
These fractured bones don't mean a thing. (promise)