arrested inhalation, stuck in midbreath
funny how the melody made me stumble
in the middle of my graceful jeté
i was about to take off and fly
but with one look, one sound
my wings bled and i crashed
hurting, healing, hurting, healing
it must be wonderful to smash you
make love to you, leave you
if it were only cleansing to loathe
i’d hate and hate and hate
just to remove your stains off me
but if i should be repulsed
it would have to be with myself
it was you who weaved fantastic tales
but it was me who got entangled
it was you who offered your hand
but it was me who reached out and grabbed
it was you who said ‘i love you’
but it was me who believed in forever
no more, no more.
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