Dirty tattoos, trust problems.
The glasses in the sink, they do not fix you.
Individual pillows in the bed.
Small voices in my head.
Keep secret, stop the bleeding.
Losing some weight, I do not eat.
All the shadows I hear about them tell the truth.
To love you was graceful, wild and free.
Loving you was cool, hot, sweet.
To love you was like a shining sun.
A stable place under the defenses.
But loving you had implications.
Hesitation, awkward conversations.
Run with low expectations.
Any siren I ignored, I paid for it.
To love you was stupid, black and cheap.
To love you was to be seen in me.
Finding love, it's like the sunrise, but washed away.
And I lost so many senses.
Because loving you had implications.
