I couldn’t stop you. I didn’t want to stop you.
I should be running from these flames and not experimenting with how much heat I can handle before getting burned.
You have a knack of making it seem like you and me are the only two people in the world.
And I know you only ever wanted me in the dark, but for me that was something.
You’re all danger and empty words and I’m all pain and broken promises and together we can create a storm so violent it would put hurricanes to shame and I think maybe we may be onto something.
I am enough without you.
I had turned a human into my home, too naive to notice the thousands of signs warning me against doing so.
I no longer love you. It’s as simple as that. It’s as difficult as that. I’m no longer in love with you. And nothing is as simple as that. Nothing is more difficult than that.
You tell me you miss me and that things haven’t been the same, but all that’s different is that you’re starting to forget what my skin looks like in the dark.
I’d get drunk off your eyes and high off your touch. We were two kids in love. Two kids that couldn’t get enough of each other.