October 2018 – Broken Narratives

Blurred Lines

Where do the lines blur between reality and fantasy?
Somewhere among there is where we lie.

I want to kiss the whisky off your lips, and get drunk off the way you taste.

I used to write this song about you
The lyrics burned into my mind

But now,
I’m beginning to realize
They were always about me.

I always knew
I was a little broken,
A little fragile.

I didn’t realize, however,
that my heart was made of glass.

And how quickly it could shatter.

You’re nothing but a flame, baby
But I’m begging you to light me on fire

I whisper a wordless goodnight,
then pray to a god I don’t believe in
that I’ll meet you in my dreams tonight

One moment,
you feel utterly fine
perhaps even better.

Then,
moments later,
the smallest memory
the slightest trigger
and you’re torn to pieces
once more