You’re more than a boy
You’re a person of great worth
In fact, the only one I trust
But that makes it worse
because
your words were just bluffed
You’re more than a boy
You’re a lier and a scam
A scam that- in so many ways-
I fell for
And,
While you’re more than a boy
I’m more than a toy
And while you may be a player
you can’t play with me.
Bean bag pillows and Smirnoff ice
peanut butter and jelly while you smile nice
trapping me inside those eyes
and exhaling me to heave my sighs
drinks and dresses and ping pong balls
Your Ex boyfriend’s the devil’s call
and intuitive mess we made embrace
our lips touched and i never felt the same
call it addiction or poison or some trick from hell
But my heart beats on you, and it beats right well
Sure we’re “just friends”
just friends that talk naughty.
You don’t want me,
but you do want my body.
So remind me not to get attached
as you’re hands slide up the small of my back
remind me that you’ll never love me
Because I’m too much to handle
because we created this scandal..
Because we lied.
To ourselves, to each other.
We created this disaster
There is no happy ever after
This is no love to be treasured
This is just
the business of pleasure.
I’m sure that I would have loved you
Even if you never had know my name.
Because nothing can quite kill this love,
Like a lion too wild to tame.
It opened its jaws and consumed me
It consumes me still
In every moment, of every day.
Even my dreams are haunted
By the smoldering of your face.
It burns me up from the inside.
A flame I’m unable to escape.
Even the rivers of my blood
Of you they reverberate.
They sing out a song of relief
From wrists of scarred velvet
A song I am unable to forget
Which is why I can’t forget you.
Not after what we went through.
I’m afraid to lose
what I’ve already lost.
Fighting for the dream
no matter the cost.
The dream of us,
just you and me.
A dream that will never be.
But, it makes no difference
if it’s all in vain.
I’ll go on fighting
just the same.
I look at photos of you
(it’s true, I do)
When you’re not here
(you are always,
never,
here)And I want to feel you
(it’s true, I do)
And wonder where you are
(you are always,
ever,
there)
(I used my own strings
and strained metaphors
to sew up the cracks
in your still broken heart
and now I’m tripping
on my own untied shoelaces)
