Throw back another shot, Put on that dress that radiates The siren within. Go out and hunt. Dance like you actually want to. Break his heart. Ruin his life. Feign confidence. Make him believe he wants you More than you want him. Make him follow you like a puppy, Throw him a smile to gives him hope. Paint your mouth a pretty colour So he notices. Find love, If only for few hours. Don’t regret when you wake up. Even though, The light of day is a cruel mistress.
And I suppose its poetic that my bones snapped to every beat of your heart, that my body gave out every time you looked at me; lighting in your eyes. And I suppose its poetic that i've only ever felt **** when i've been in love with you.
They didn't write about this in the fairytales of my childhood They never told me love could fade away That it is hard to find, but easy to lose
They never gave me forewarning that my heart could be broken by my prince Or that I could be the breaker of his Who knew we were given such power, such responsibility?
They never told me there were other princesses roaming in his mind They never told me of other princes who could catch my eye Who knew of such dishonesty, such infidelity?
Who knew love was something so fragile? As if it were porcelain it slips through your fingers so fast To be shattered like the illusion of the fairytale love story in your mind When you see the truth a ******* leaves behind
I always thought we’d move in together. Cram all our stuff, our thoughts, our hearts into one small flat; not quite in London but close enough. I guess some things don’t work out, though. Now instead of this space being filled with your presence it is full of me missing you; nostalgia seeps between the cracks in the paint, in the walls, in the last crumbling pieces of our relationship. When I go outside in the unforgiving wind tomorrow the last specks of us will leave my clothes like a spirit leaving a dead body. Still in the world but not existing where it used to. Not where it hurts like salt in an open wound.