She was chaos
A butterfly breaking from her chrysalis
Ripping, shredding through the parchment that encased her
The light kissing her wings in their desperate flutters for freedom
She was chaos, because she was alive

The years layered upon him
And compacted into dense sediment
The bygone years of all the people he has been
He showing only his smooth, stone exterior
Deceiving the girl he wanted
Never disclosing the years beneath
He wanted to just swallow her up in another layer of himself

Crimson
Cinnamon
Autumn leaves
In her hair
Angry
Fury
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It’s all mixed in there

Maybe we had all the tools to build a beautiful love together.
But we used those tools to bludgeon each other instead of create.
And now it’s too late.

Love I find is a mystical word used often by those ignorant of its profound meaning.
Love is giving yourself away,
And doing so regardless of if you get anything back or not.
Attraction, yes, is one ingredient in a romantic love
But if you cannot say, beyond a shadow of a passing doubt, I would lay down my life for this person no matter what.
Then it’s not true love.

I know what I felt
A string tied from your heart to mine
That is the only explanation
For why I can’t get you off my mind
The strings are tugging on each other
They’re stretching too far
That is why
I want to be where you are