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by arriaheart

by arriaheart

It was good starting out,
High passion, loves fire
So many things were woven into this
You made it hard and so did I
There wasn't much a bottle couldn't numb
We both knew that was a lie
Let's stay right here,
and hide under every woven lie
it's a flimsy fabric, and falls away like sand.
I've ducked taped excuses
and bruised up both my hands
Trying to hold it all together
But even as I try, more of it unravels
I watch you travel far from me

My arms are limp around myself
as I try to keep out the cold

But then I fall into some open arms
I'm good at this you see
Temporary bandages
over the wounds from you and me

I can't seem to get your attention
A stone cold tower of hate
Concrete walls a mile high
Can't even climb them I've tried

My hands get cut on sharp stones
That peek out from the walls
You've written things that I've
said there and left
them on repeat
I look away
and stare down
at my feet

I've built my own fortress
you don't even try to breach

I see you there,
building castles in the sand
on your private beach

Everybody sees the mask, yet
no one calls our bluff

I kinda wish that they would
Then we'd be done with this stuff

Two may have become one,
But not at all today
Now I watch everything we built
crumbled and decayed

I used to smell the stench
But now I'm blinded by that too
I can't notice it over our pile of bones
I've got plenty to pick with you

But here we are brandishing swords
made of everything you've done wrong
an endless space of I'm always right
dark and cold like night