it sure does hurt to lose my love, doesn’t it?
don’t dig yourself a grave if you don’t want to lie in it
the harshest winter is one of indifference
and i don’t believe hell is fire and brimstone
it’s ice and stalactites and sharp, frozen bones
and you stumble upon it on your way home
after a long night with your newest belt notch
your breath riddled with cigarettes and scotch
and i won’t melt you, i’ll stand by and watch
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i