Words are so pretty, so beautiful, so addictive.
I thought we were on the same page, at least that was my perspective.

But words are just words; they have no meaning if the actions don’t match.
Our connection was so powerful; it was hard not to get attached.

Why do I do this every **** time?
God, my brain is so dramatic; I feel like I’m going to die.
Every word you said suddenly feels like a lie.
God, I feel so silly; shut up, don’t cry.

It feels like my heart is in my stomach, no air in my lungs.
It was going too well; I knew I shouldn’t have taken the plunge.
There’s a reason for the saying “too good to be true”.
Why did I think there was an exception when it came to you.

I finally thought I found what I have always been searching for.
Turns out, when one door closes, sometimes there are no more.

No more windows, no more doors to open, I mean.
Which at first I thought was fine, because for once I felt seen.
But it’s not fine, not at all; now I’m stuck in the house.
It’s burning; it’s on fire and I can’t get out.

You held the match and at first it was keeping me warm.
Now she’s at your place and my heart is torn.
The flames are spreading and I can’t find an escape.
You said “talk to you later”, but I’m worried it’s too late.

The warmth now burns and it’s starting to cause pain. Now I’ll be up all night overthinking; won’t be able to calm my brain.

I understand you’re lonely, but you’re not the only one. I won’t judge you for this, but I hope you know what you’ve done.

They say a crush is just a lack of information and now I’m starting to think that’s true.
I got attached to your words and your potential, but I’ll never know if any of it was the real you.

The house is on fire and burning to the ground. It was silly of me to imagine what I’ve always been searching for was finally found.