why i still love you i'm not sure. I'm immune to your poisons and understanding to your lies. the lies that wash us both in dirty water as it pours over us. only time i will ever see your lashes damp. words that you say and never mean string around your eyelids and spill down your cheeks and you expect me to feel sorrow. and i do.
why i still look at your hell as a hidden sun I'm not sure. you were satan draped in white and gold. and i fell for it. time and time again. forever plummeting under a bottomless pit. i float in your poisons and still swim in your lies as i drown in what we had or what i wished it was. i bathe in the thought. i let my body rest in the wasteland of hopes and dreams. they decay and fade into grey.
why i still long for a butterfly in a field full of bees I'm not sure.
