Trust me. You don’t want to be with me. You say behind my mask I’m a human who wants to love And be loved. It’s not who I am underneath, But what I do that defines me.
You want me to be Superman. Your Superman. But I am no super-man. I don’t wear glasses and a suit like I’m doing 9 to 5. Then change into my gear to save the world from the bad guy, get the girl and live happily ever after.
That’s fiction, baby.
I’ve seen death take everything and everyone close to me. I’ve been disappointed by two-faced people who flip the coin on the trust I gave them. I’ve been broken by many who I opened up my heart to.
I promised Myself I would never let it happen again. I built my cave to live in alone where it’s safe and no one to bother me.
The only time I go out to have fun is in the darkness. I get into fights with any joker who ****** me off. I party till the break of dawn I drink til my eyes are bloodshot red I smoke my lungs out And **** a bunch of girls who can help me forget everything.
But you though You do things to me like kryptonite that make me feel weak. And it scares me shitless. That’s why I need you to stop.
You’re beautiful. You’re brave. You’re good.
But I can’t be with you. I’ll hurt you maybe you’ll hurt me. Either way things will be ****** up.
I can’t be your white knight. But I can be your dark knight. If anyone ***** with you, I’ll be your vengeance. And if you’re looking for a good time, I’ll give you the best night of your life. Just flash the signal on my cell.
Batman is my favorite superhero. Him over Superman any day. He’s human. He relies on his own skills and he’s relatable on how we are with ourselves. Although dark, he’s a hero. With me, I wanted to describe my curse with love. Something I knew I could never have because I know myself. So it’s better to be single, shut your emotions off, and not care.
In one ear and out the other you whisper sweet nothings I’ve always been told to listen to the truth but no one ever said why The devil says if I fall in love with him I’d be a ***** sinner like him Being a ***** sinner never seemed so pleasing until I met Lucifer himself His eyes daring and lustful, my mother always told me I could find the good in others I whisper back only to receive no reply Feeling your grip tighten around my hips bringing me in I feel my lips split. I can't catch my breath, where have my wings gone? Once a god now a sinner your sweet words filled me with hope Now I live with misery with your name tattooed on my heart I was a god meant for your cage.
a dream in which i finally was enveloped in your arms again being held tightly the dreams are getting more frequent with the idea that my one chance to see you this year will be ripped away from me i want to write songs with you again i want to see your perfect smile and listen to you talk about your anxieties with me like i'm an old friend why must you live so far why must we be years apart
My sweet His eyes look up at me with sorry sighs Those sorry’s cry, A puddle of gluttonous goodbyes Poured into your sight Expression crept upon a still face Still facing your ‘just waits’ Your ‘too lates’ Take a leap of faith- It might be worth it
Dear Moon, You yearn for the love of the sun, changing your presence. Why do you run? Hiding yourself so others can shine; gleaming only in darkness ever so divine. You look for strength in the waves Never still, just twenty seven days. Breaking yourself for the heartbreaking fact that you are constantly wondering if you will stay intact.
Eclipse. Twice a year you have the chance to meet your love and have a dance. Eclipse. Deep within the galaxies, dreaming of living your fantasies. Desolate darkness. The sun is away, lighting her fire in the month of May. Burning so bright, but there’s nothing else to say.
She waits to see you glisten, to watch and even listen. Curses herself for her fatal passions of a love too strong that has no ration. But your love is forbidden. Why do you race? Dear Moon, is it worth the chase?
your conditioner feels expensive and you've arranged your books by color but in my small world there is only a man you didn't sweep the flour that fell while you baked those cupcakes I can't imagine him looking at you the way he looks at me and I'm sure you'd say the same about me