I think we were in high school, a little more than children when you said you love me.
We're almost real men here, we're "sentimental boys."
I promised I wouldn't let myself be the victim, but when your eyes sparkle in Christmas lights, and you don't eat for days, and you live recklessly in a cruel world, you will experience pity
a little more than sorrow.
Someone said you were sincere and I didn't argue,
because even though you lied to them, you were real to me,
and if I poison that now it kills the nostalgia
for a time I was looked after and not for.
Cared and not sought.
Slightly more than children.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
I think we were in high school, a little more than children when you said you love me.
We're almost real men here, we're "sentimental boys."
I promised I wouldn't let myself be the victim, but when your eyes sparkle in Christmas lights, and you don't eat for days, and you live recklessly in a cruel world, you will experience pity
a little more than sorrow.
Someone said you were sincere and I didn't argue,
because even though you lied to them, you were real to me,
and if I poison that now it kills the nostalgia
for a time I was looked after and not for.
Cared and not sought.
Slightly more than children.
