does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......
without security of the firewalls
of the game that I once thought I won,
I saw for the first time
without those rose tinted glasses
and I saw the stop signs,
and the flags drenched in a deep maroon red.
I broke like the gift I gave to you for your birthday,
and I wept and screamed,
voice scratching at the walls of the cage
I was locked in by your faux words of care.
......
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......
I shed many tears,
Until I saw my reflection in them
You are my everything til we were nothing
And now that you're gone,
My heart is missing something
You walked ahead,
Didn't care to look back
You never cared about what you're going to leave behind,
You were always consumed by your own pain
Didn't bother the destruction you had caused me,
......
I say I hate you but I’d never wish the pain I feel on anyone, you included. No one should feel this heaviness in their heart with every step. No one should know how it feels to fall asleep crying, and wake up with the tears magically dried, somehow lessening their validity. No one should ever know what it feels like to lose your everything in one foul swoop.
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does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
......
without security of the firewalls
of the game that I once thought I won,
I saw for the first time
without those rose tinted glasses
and I saw the stop signs,
and the flags drenched in a deep maroon red.
I broke like the gift I gave to you for your birthday,
and I wept and screamed,
voice scratching at the walls of the cage
I was locked in by your faux words of care.
......
Something must be wrong with me
To make me care about a man
Who can't take the time to reply to me
Or simply give a damn
I can only make assumptions
At this point I'm less upset
That he only wanted to fuck me
But too bad for him, I'm not done yet
......
Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love,
My mind is numb and my heart is broken,
To you I am a stranger, to me you are the only love of my life,
The girl of my dream in my dreams,
You have become my daily routine, my dose,
I'll let my mind be consumed by what it desires the most,
Have I ever crossed your mind?
Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love.