Hope in the Mourning

6 | l o v e m e . . . p l e a s e ?

There was a knife in your hands
And there was a grenade behind my back.
Suddenly our kiss was made of sand,
And truth is what we lacked.

Your eyes were locked on my heart
And my hand was on the pin.
If only we had wholly done our part,
Then we would be safe from this dreadful sin.

I knew you were going to take my life;
I could sense it in my veins.
From the day you made me your wife,
We were tied in chains.

I was willing to pull the pin from the explosive
If it meant you'd stay with me forever.
This hatred is one I cannot forgive
Because you promised to never say never.

Yes, I craved your love and your promises,
Even though I knew it was all a lie.
Your hypnotizing eyes I honestly miss.
I wish you didn't have to die.

What I want more than anything
Is to be loved so tenderly.
I want more than just a temporary fling.
But true love never comes free.

I was the haunting dark grenade
And you were the subtle pin between my fingers.
Take a closer look at the monster you have made,
For the pain you have caused will always linger.

Is it hypocritical that I am so madly intrigued
With the way you scraped my soul?
Your love consumed me with fatigue,
Yet what we had was so beautiful.

I wanted to be loved even if it was by you,
My precious, darling monster.
You were evil in all you chose to do,
But I had been trapped within captivating fear.

Love me—for I am shaken with loneliness.
I am in a hallway with rooms of memories,
And even though this is terrifying, I must confess—
In every moment of darkness you are all I see.

I'm longing for the moments I felt of trueness
Even though the lies severed the way I feel.
This is how you know that I am one abundant mess—
I settled for a love that was never real.