The Second Trimester

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I gave the wrong person
The right pieces of me

Maybe it was the universe
Breaking me down
To build me up

Maybe the pieces fit
Just in other Ways

We're all travelers
Packing a bag lightly
Then lugging it around
As it collects more shit

From the stops made
Along the way
To the next heart break

When do we
Take the time
To unpack

I've soared the sky
Bedding you down
As you bat your eyes

Not once
Did i ever question
If this felt right

You placed your hand on my chest
As I planted my lips
On you neck

Oh youuu,
You.... Nasty
I found myself jumping
From sea to sea

Just to hold your hand
Like I did before
Just to hear you laugh
Then snort

I'd do anything
Just to be with you
But not at the price
Of my own happiness

I feel like every
Ten steps foreword
Are ten times the steps taken
Took backwards

If love was a fragrance
What would it be?

I need to know
Because if love is in the air
I should probably hold my nose

I mean...
Your love is

Black with highlights of white
N'...
mmm... a Warm vanilla sugar
scent

The darkness is scary enough
When you're alone
Imagine not feeling loved

When in the presence
Of someone
Whose supposed to feel like home

I gave the wrong person
The right pieces of me

Your hand fit perfectly
But to me something
Something always felt off
To you

I wasn't enough then
Will I be enough now?
I waited three times two months
Just to find this out

All I wanted
Was to hold you tight
Love you right

Then I was swarmed
With this need..,

No matter what I did
You hungered for more

There was this empty hole
It appeared as if
You used me to fill

I lit this fire
That burned in a furnace
That was built from our love

I got scars
N' scabbed up knees
Just to climb these trees
To secure you

Please tell me
What more do you need?

I gave the wrong person
The right pieces of me

I sit up late at night
Awaiting your calls
Because you are the light

That brights my day
I be
Missing your lips
That faked kissed mine

I don't fulfill your needs
It seems I only make you cry
This is giving me

Toxic vibes

How do I curve the toxicity
How do I mend your broken heart
Whilst still mending mine

I still ache

But with you in mind
I dream of your...
Your long hair
Hitting your spine

As your curls suffer in silence
Because you just straightened it
Whyy??

Over four hundred and fourteen words
Yet I still can't find
What I truly want to say to you

Sometimes I love you
Simply just isn't enough
You took the words right out of my mouth

A tears drops from my eyes
As I wipe away yours
Is this love or lust

I waited one hundred and fifty two day
Just to call you mine
I stayed up countless hours then days

Racking my mind
Tryna figure out what I did
To lose your love

The thought...
I'd never be able to hold you again
Hurt more then a gun shot wound
Or scuffing my shoes

I love you

But I love me too

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