I used to think i had the power to heal wounds
i used to believe i had the power to heal broken souls
and I used to think i had the power to be okay loving someone who's heart was made of coal


Loving you, meant writing my feelings down on paper
never being able to confide in you about the empty abyss I had fallen into
Loving you meant, turning to blades with open arms
cutting wounds so deep they leave scars


I once thought i could save you
i had one glimpse of your smile, then after, i started to crave you
You were breath taking, you were a mirage of every beautiful flower, every beautiful color, every beautiful memory a child keeps locked in their brain
that is... until you weren't.


Yes, you were golden honey at the fingertips, but at the same time you were destructive
you were like poetry, you rolled off my tongue with such vibrance and ease
loving you wasn't hard at all.. because you needed saving.
You learned I was a healer, I wanted to heal you
but in the end, it was me who needed saving, it was me who now needed healing

because of the damage that came with loving you.