I wanna talk like it's romantic
but in all honesty it's tragic
you see the way we fell in love
you came and kissed me like a dove
in sunny springtime
You got me through some cloudy days
made all the sadness go away
for a minute
and the more we laughed and played
my soul felt it was saved
so long as I had you
but one day there was something strange
we had a little more than an exchange
let's cut the crap, we had ***
and afterwards I found myself vexed
at all the things I felt in my chest
I wanted to believe that we were friends
that I could keep you--we didn't need to end
but what I wanted, I couldn't pretend
It was wholesome ever again
It was sin
"Us" became an argument I could never win
a logic I could never spin
around enough times to make anything come full circle
the innocence I thought I knew
in that one instance blew away
into the past before that spring day
that our lips touched
It feels just too much
to admit that you were lying
trying to get my attention
long enough to where I'd want more
I went from a stupid kid to a *****
and my heart is sore for all the shame it bore
since then
how could I still find myself wanting more
knowing that what we had was never real?
Your friendship has become an agony
that I wish I never had to feel.
A tale about a fantasy that tried to fill a void and gave way into addiction. This is, in a vague poetic sense, part of my story.