After all these months of forgetting
It’s still your god ****** eyes
I remember those grey tortured pools as if I was looking into them now

I only feel pretty when I’m wearing makeup
Or being adored by you

Maybe
I’m doing worse
Than I thought I was

My hand was open
But you,
You chose her
Closed fist and everything.

its not me.
its not me, its not me, its not me

Warning: side effects may include: Dizziness. Lack of sleep. Nausea. Butterflies. Lack of speech. Daydreams. Irresistible urge for closeness. Tingles in fingers and toes. Intense need of eye contact. Dryness of the mouth. Feelings of addiction. Heart pains. Lung shrinking. Love. Love love love love love love love.

We danced around the prospect of responsibility and blame
I knocked out a white pawn, your king took the game
We set up the pieces time and time again
I’ll never tire of playing this charade
Where we beat each other by how hard we can play
pretend.
Emotions are pawns and manipulation knights
Our queens are memories and our kings are lies.
Just one more round, one more fight
One more night to promise it will be alright.
I lose more than I win
You set up the game.
I’m trapped
And that’s okay.