you stood and spoke
like the women before had
and i felt it coming
you approached the front
and rising up in me
the stammering, wilting pain
you laid it out for the room
not even half your horrors
and i just wanted to die for you
because i would
selfish as it would be
the clichéd fatal love
We talk of our failures
past present and future
We forget to acknowledge
what you say he always says
the longest way round
is the shortest way home
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
you stood and spoke
like the women before had
and i felt it coming
you approached the front
and rising up in me
the stammering, wilting pain
you laid it out for the room
not even half your horrors
and i just wanted to die for you
because i would
selfish as it would be
the clichéd fatal love
We talk of our failures
past present and future
We forget to acknowledge
what you say he always says
the longest way round
is the shortest way home
