your skin was different
not in a bad way, just a different way
it was a mystery i wanted to solve
a complex puzzle of riddles
and i wanted to solve them
good God i wanted to figure out what
made you tick
made you love
what made you hate
what made you breathe
i know what made you fuck
but what made you, you
what about you was so damn hard to let go
what did you do that made me fall so goddamn hard
what about you made me stand by so fucking gracefully
that i was waiting for you to finish with her so youd
finally come home
what about me so impressed you
what made you leave
your skin was so different in every way
your scars were stories yet to be told
and shit, you dont have to even tell me
either way it cant change us
your eyes were just massive
not like in size but intensity
they gaze in my direction and i falter
i fall like a wounded animal
but goddamn it felt good
and youd lay me on the bed and youd lay there too
and wed fuck or wed talk
or both, whichever was fine
and id always wish id chosen this sooner
your hands were massive
and your arms were strong
and you made me feel so bare anyway
so i wanted to give my pain to you and take yours
maybe we can make the load lighter for the both of us
but i woulda taken it all if you asked
I would have taken it if you'd only asked.
i don't even like naked bodies
got too many insecurities
too many sensitivities
i think asses are weird
and thighs are too easily mistaken for what they lead to
and cocks are sent in too many pictures and used in too many rapes
and chests are representative of how much damage a man can do when he's pissed
but fuck, I love yours.
i look at your chest and see a heart
a bleeding one, sure
literal one, sure
but the figurative one is my favorite
because i wanted it so badly
and i could hear the literal one beating
and feel the pulsating as i whispered against your skin
but i wanted the broken one
the one that i knew
the one i could relate to
the one i knew i could fix
if not, then shit
i'll love you enough to fill the holes
given by the bullets shot by your shitty life
because i've got some too and if i can do it for me then i can do it for you
everything with you was drug induced
and i dont even get high
but you, boy
goddamn
shit dude
i dont even wanna feel differently than when im with you
theres no way anyone actually survives that kind of overdose and walks away the same
and this doesnt even make sense, it doesnt really have to
because im drunk, youre sober
and im still angry that you left
and that we was stupid
and that you were a dick
and i was a bitch
and you were the only spot of shade
and then you turned and i had to find a new shadow to hide in
and i hate that i cant hate you for that
and that you wont even make me hate you for that
because itd be so much easier
