I've been crying since the day
your tongue turned into
a stage of dancing lies
my hair pulled back
to hide the smell of
dead thoughts of us
of how leaves look prettier
when they're dead in autumn
of how I would be prettier
if I were dead too
the way your fingers lit in passion
whenever we touched
the way your fingertips sparked the fire
of cigarettes smoked to the bone
I remember the smell of your hands
danger with a glimpse of loneliness
I liked it
I loved it
The day your tried to bottle up
all the love I had for you
and the glass didn't resist
the day I stole your gun
to make you say you loved me
the way you took it from me
the way I understood you'd never catch
the stockholm syndrome from me
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
I've been crying since the day
your tongue turned into
a stage of dancing lies
my hair pulled back
to hide the smell of
dead thoughts of us
of how leaves look prettier
when they're dead in autumn
of how I would be prettier
if I were dead too
the way your fingers lit in passion
whenever we touched
the way your fingertips sparked the fire
of cigarettes smoked to the bone
I remember the smell of your hands
danger with a glimpse of loneliness
I liked it
I loved it
The day your tried to bottle up
all the love I had for you
and the glass didn't resist
the day I stole your gun
to make you say you loved me
the way you took it from me
the way I understood you'd never catch
the stockholm syndrome from me
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry.
