The thoughts that make you fragile,
Are the ones that steal your tongue,
Spitting them like fire,
They burn straight through your lungs.
You take the only parts that I,
Have mended, glued, and sewn,
And rip them open, wide and red,
From scars, new wounds are grown.
I thought I’d long forgotten,
How to cry for you,
But here I sit, with wettened eyes,
And mascara runs you drew.
It’s never like the last time,
Everytime I break,
But I will not resent you,
For a choice you did not make.
Your mind, it speaks of evil,
But I know of your heart.
How could love live at all,
If hate never played it’s part?
I believe you’re stronger,
Than your deepest, darkest dreams,
When you’re living in your head so long,
Perhaps nightmares come to be.
No distant stetch between us,
Could ever steal my love,
No matter how your fire spreads,
I’ll forever lift you up.
I will sit beside you,
Through damned and blessed be,
For I could never live without,
This other half of me.