2/1/16
i was sure you'd sworn to stay-
right hand over your heart-
i was evidently mistaken, to my dismay
"we'll keep in touch" yeah fucking right
because that worked so well before
that worked so well last time
what you mean is that you'll leave me standing, helpless, while you slam door after door- in my face, to my dismay-
you never meant a damn word of those beautiful things you'd never cease to say-
the musings of us choosing to run away
to a world with music and stars at play;
my mistake, my mistake- for believing you
when you swore, oh you swore it was me you'd choose...
bullshit.
you never call me anymore, talking of daydreams and nightmares alike,
and of me losing the light-
behind my very eyes
is it because when you look at me you see the dying bright-
that you chose to flee- over me.
over me, your "everything"
~ you- lied.
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a/n: obviously, this was an angrier piece of writing. i wrote this a while ago (in February)
