I've always sought refuge in the arms of someone who could centrifuge all my problems.
Dissect me into smithereens so my problems could feel scattered and my mess felt like an interlude, and thus silly and pointless.
I wanted my problems to feel plastic and your hot breath of seeping lies would melt my worries away.
Instead each of my plagues no longer felt like a farce the sparse I craved, caused me to cave, when I didn't get my way, you collected my faults and condensed it into a mass of my own personal disdain
I wanted your sadism but I never apprehended how much you gained from the sight of writhing in pain.
Oh but when you kiss me and I see roses.
You touch me and I feel the sky.
You love me and my world becomes desolate.
The drums of my heavy heart beat the chorus of stay.
But you want nothing more than to see me ache.
As you leave each day.
I never knew love could feel this way.
I'm torn in two yet so whole, I am about to burst I can't close my seams again, I have no more blood to bleed,
No tears to weep
This mess, I can no longer sweep
But I can't have you leave,
What I am to do with this heart that can't even pump
Who would want something so empty and fake?
Who would want me, when I'm only built to break?
