You wouldnt like me when I'm drunk Or perhaps you'd like me too much
Push pins sting As they slide into my skin But after long enough They go numb Can hardly notice the blood anymore Second Third Fourth skins are shed Leaving a raw innocence in it's place Uninhibited by restraints Such as logic Or forethought Blinders on too tight Choking out anything that would be Scandalous in daylight A deafening scream That's part siren song Vice grip fingers Holding on for too long The Devil's wife has come to dance Please walk away Or I promise we'll both hate me sober
You always wanted me to get drunk... But then got angry when I went home with your friends
A small string of memory a connection to the soul still pulls at my heart
With each year that passes it recedes and reclaims space in my mind like the rise and fall of the tide
She left me to drown herself in tragedy and the tears of her childhood looking for more of what broke her
We would've been a beautiful struggle a dysfunction to last a lifetime ironically I write about longing for what broke me.
We are the same
Some come to your life and make a spot that seems their were designed for, an other half of yourself lost and found... bit then they break you apart to leave you in that half for their own selfishness and dysfunction. Why do we still want more even after all they did and all you've done.