I don't know why I try to pretend
I want it to stop but I don't want it to end
Contradictions, false convictions
Blankets warm
Skin cold
Breath hot
I'm caught
Arms like a net, I can't get out
Binded, bonded, beautiful eyes
An entire relationship built on lies
I can't tell what's real anymore
And I'm tired of my heart being sore
Bending, breaking, bashing brains
Indulging in these growing pains
False convictions, false predictions
Loving inside of these restrictions
What am I supposed to do
If there's limits on how much I'm allowed to love you?
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