The first time you told me you loved me
I was drunk out of my mind, we were lying in bed and you were hiding the fact that you felt anything towards me from your friends.
You walked me home,
Helped me change into fresh clean clothes,
Tucked me in bed.
I love you…
But you were saying that to somebody else
Was it because I have a habit of only saying the truth when I'm drunk?
was it the beauty in the moment where our skin was touching?
or that the house was quiet?
The voices in my head were silenced by your presence
You didn't even kiss me that night
You didn't want me to think that you were taking advantage of me.
You held me,
Comforted me,
Told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world
That nobody has made him feel this way
You told me that I meant the world to you and that you can't live if I'm not with you
I guess you're dead now.