i'm not very good or specific in what i write, so this will be very much all over the place. don't expect much of it!
tragedy doesn't come easy, neither do her feelings. however much they may be, nothing makes them worthy. whether the catalyst be a bomb or shelter, nobody feels the urge to mend her. in the end, empathy is but a construct, and we still don't believe in it.
envy. oh, my lover, how i envy you. all your loving, all your hurt, i only wish to be as perfect as you. as you laughed in the back of my mind, my heart twisted and cried. but why, oh just why? why wasn't it me by your side? why wasn't i your living legend? why couldn't i cry? why wasn't i your happy end? i long to be loved like you. a disgusting dream, that is. i would not be blue, i would be glorious. envy, oh my lover, i envy.
my fingers were once frostbitten by the cold, i now can't live without someone's hand to hold
people have come, people have gone, now i know i'll never be alone
I used to complain about having loneliness to defeat, now i have you to keep me complete
when the working day is done and i'm left on my own, i'll finally know the privilege of love
he loves me not, he loves me,
each petal looks so lovely.
with my fate at my fingertips, i can only pick the last kiss.
losing people is an art in which i exceed,
nobody else to blame but me
i am the thief of my own joy
when i kiss your neck, when my soul is bare, i wonder if you ever feel the need to compare. if my womanhood weren't there, would you love me just like him? if our childhoods had been clear, could you forget that perfect ordeal?