My poetic subterfuge,
Is little more than a small boy's kiss,
Gone awry in the mix of things,
For all the pretty thoughts I miss.
Who am I to lie to you?
I thought when we first met.
I spoke to you in riddles,
Saying I hadn't lied quite yet.
Are the words "ruin what we've got"
Just enacted like a phrase?
You were dancing all around me,
And I was in a daze.
Getting caught up in the moments,
Little blades of grass,
Watching the sunset fall,
As we let the moment pass.
In the end I was wrong,
It wasn't us inside that song.
I find myself the bitter fool,
Who let himself get pulled along.
You never meant to hurt me,
I could see it in your eyes.
The difference then, between us,
Was made from my cruel lies.
Never thought it'd matter,
I was spatter on the wall.
After all, it wasn't subtle,
I crashed to end the fall.