Nothing more than a resilient woman
with sad eyes, an empty heart,
and chains that bind her
to the haunting darkness
that’s made a home
in her own mind
It seems I’ve already lit the house on fire, but forgot I was still standing inside.
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.
My love is just a facade
A guest who showed without reservation
Who was quickly shown the door
The breaks in memory
Just blurry fragments strung together
The cruel and the kind
One so soft, one dark and cold.
Will I ever know which one is me?
Perhaps one day I’ll accept the truth, I am both.
Sometimes I feel like nobody could ever truly love me,
because nobody could ever truly understand me.
I’ve never felt more like myself than I have felt when I was alone with you.