chaoticruinsswets

*When I say I’m in love, what I mean is I’m lost.

Not dancing through flowers, dew drops on my fingertips,

Barefoot, care free, picnics in the park, stars as bright as diamonds,

Movies in pillow forts, safe hands on my hips.

What I mean is I’m in pain.

Glass shards for a heart stapled together with dynamite,

Fragile steps taken on icy veins

Directly supplying my head with unfulfilled dreams and loneliness,

When I say I’m in love, what I really mean is

I don’t belong to myself.

Your careless touch, your sultry words enslaving my bones,

To work and stretch and press into your hand-made shape of a human,

So perfect for you that you grow tired of the lack of fight I once had,

So you walk away to your new vision of a girl.

So you walk away and leave me empty of my soul

Taken with you as a trophy of your triumph,

Hidden away in your mantelpiece,

There to be admired but not touched.

The shell that’s left of me rotting under your nose still begging for you to

be mine, be mine, love me.

When I say I am in love, I mean I am empty*