You're going to miss me when I'm gone
and the way our fingers
traced each lie on skin
I have a pocket full of regrets
and an empty heart
so where shall I begin?
your beauty left me wanting more
but you're the flower
I should've never picked
Some things are better off admired from afar,
causing thorns to lose their power, but your pain
made me a willing addict
I tried to pick up all your pieces
and assemble them
the best I could
but in the end, beneath the pressure, you crumbled
you were more fragile
than I truly understood
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
You're going to miss me when I'm gone
and the way our fingers
traced each lie on skin
I have a pocket full of regrets
and an empty heart
so where shall I begin?
your beauty left me wanting more
but you're the flower
I should've never picked
Some things are better off admired from afar,
causing thorns to lose their power, but your pain
made me a willing addict
I tried to pick up all your pieces
and assemble them
the best I could
but in the end, beneath the pressure, you crumbled
you were more fragile
than I truly understood
I'm sorry for ever falling in love
with you, Raygan. It was your downfall
and I have to live with myself knowing
that I should have left before we took
that plunge.
