I am museum full of art but you had your eyes closed.
You must've known you were wrong,
When your fingers were dipped inside me,
Searching for honey that would not come for you.
The thing worth holding on to would not have let go.
When you I am broken and he has left,
I do not question,
Whether I were enough.
The problem was,
I was so enough,
He was not able to carry my love.
Love made the danger in you look like safety,
Even when you undress her,
You will still search for me.
I treat people like they have a heart like mine,
But not everyone is so soft and tender.
I don't see the person they are,
I see the person they have the potential to be,
I give and give,
Until they pull everything out of me,
and leave me empty.
I had to leave.
I was tired of allowing you to make me feel anything less than whole.
You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever feel,
For now.
And I was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing I'd ever feel.
Do you know how limiting that is?
To think at such a ripe young age,
I'd experienced the most exhilarating person I'd ever meet.
I'd spend the rest of my life just settling,
That nothing beyond this point would add up.
