Vulnerable, I let myself feel, let myself love, let myself burn.
You told me pretty lies and I let you inside.
Thought that maybe this was it, that I was finally good enough,
that you came to rescue me from my solitude.
Such naiveté was sure to come back and bite me in the ass, I suppose.
Oh, but I could have sworn you were different.
I never did think much of trust, but you promised me with such sincerity.
I couldn't help but fall so blindly.
Even when hesitant because of distance,
you assured me that no one could compare to our love, to me,
that you only wanted me and that wouldn't change.
Your words ate away at the miles between us and
I was lost in your memory and empty promises.
Your indigent love sold me to despair.
My late night lacrimation, flooding daylight,
drowning our short-lasting love.
Cold words; “I love her”
I guess all I can wonder is what she has
that took meaning from your words,
that took your love from me?
I fell in love with a fantasy,
but I swear I can still feel you.
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