Butterflies & Daggers
I sit alone in my room
It's 3pm but feels more like midnight
A tear runs down my cheek touching the corner of my mouth
Should I leave it or wipe it away?
What's it matter another is sure to follow.
Why am I doing this?
Why does anyone do it?
There's a lump in my throat that just wont clear
A knot in my stomach thats been there for days.
Days? Maybe longer, maybe its never gone away.
Am I happy or miserable?
A halfhearted grin forms
I close my eyes
That's the thing about love
It's all gray.
You hear love should be easy
Something so blind has to hurt
It does, it might even break me one day.
Not this day... I'm too strong
I used to be more courageous
Before I had these scars
Can you see them?
I'm not that good at hiding
That's something I'm trying to work on
I'm talking crazy, biting the skin on my lips
I've told myself to stop but that's impossible
Thinking about you, where you're at what you're doing
You thought I meant the biting?
I feel foolish and wise still the same
My phone rings,
I don't know if I've moved that fast in days
It isn't you.
Why does that sting like a slap in the face?
Do you know if it's real?
The painful dagger keeps me up at night
The butterflies when I picture you keeps me wanting more
It's not really love unless you feel it all.
It's 5: 00 now and the room is still empty
I can't believe Ive grown this much in just 2 hours
I feel 10 feet tall
I appear to be the same but i'm different.
I loved you
I love you still, maybe more with every second
The real kind
Not the generic, on the surface love
It looks the same you know.
My heart is lighter now
It felt like a brick in my chest an hour ago
I think I'll leave the next move for you
Butterflies or daggers?
Both as long as it's love.