We look for validation in the words of others,
We fear disappointment in the eyes of our mothers,
We feel the pressure to conform to society's lies,
We begin to crumble and no one hears our cries,
How can we find happiness when told to follow steps 1,2,3,
How can we be ourselves when we are shackled and not free,
How can we live never to be forgotten,
How can we save our souls from becoming rotten,
Open my eyes so that I can once again see,
Come over and breathe life back into me.

We make up reasons for why guys aren't chivalrous, or treat us like princesses.

We tell ourselves that it's because we should be empowered enough to make the first move, or that it's okay to chase after him because he's "secretly" into us and just needs us to make it clear because he's afraid or timid to show us.

We say that maybe they had a really bad relationship in the past and he just needs time to know you're different.

We believe that maybe this is just how relationships are supposed to be nowadays.

We make excuses.
And then we crumble when we realize that that's all it was, and an excuse that kept us from accepting the truth.
And that truth is that he wasn't worth a single moment.

Your kisses ignite a fire I did not know was flaming,
in our silence there can be no blaming,
only pure passion and words with body movement,
flaws make you beautifully dangerous, no need for improvement,

Your eyes tell me stories your lips never shall,
My infatuation is something I will no longer corral.

Crack.
There it goes again,
Breaking further and I see no end,
A false sense of solvency, a bandaid solution,
The ground beneath me dissolving, I'm falling in confusion,
Isn't there supposed to be a max to the pain you can feel?
I can no longer tell if this is a nightmare or truly real.