I became a broken record of excuses & entangled in a web of
beautifully crafted lies
I wore my heart in my stomach because it was easier to listen to the butterflies that lived there
rather than to listen to the voices in my head
spewing out red flags
there you were.. painted with all the right ways to hurt me all over your body
but I wore rose tainted glasses and walked down the wrong street of love
side by side
tripping over the cracks in the concrete that came from every step we took and the voices from beneath screamed my name to turn around
I soon realized that that concrete road was me...
and the voices were my own..
What a joy it was to love so blindly
did I even know pain until I met you?
I think I remember seeing pain a few times before
he brushed by my shoulder and I stumbled
but when I met you
pain looked me in the eye, shook my hand and introduced himself.
His introduction made my heart bleed
but those butterflies...
those damn butterflies...
they worked overtime to mend it... sewing sutures within the cuts that came from the words that you shot at me like daggers....
woah did you see that?
I think a few butterflies escaped their trap
There are no words that have been crafted on this beautifully flawed earth that can express the amount of genuine love I have for you.
You are a perfectly crafted human made up of unapologetic flaws and I die a little in my chest every time I see your face.
You taste like… sweet chocolate symphonies that play the song of the year to my taste buds every time I work up the courage to put my lips on to your work of art.
Baby you’re the perfect bass solo in a room full of lost souls who stood all night with their drinks in their hand and their feet growing blisters just to hear the sound they’ve been waiting for to free their minds. That’s how much you’re worth it.
You’re the perfect tune to the music of my life ...
I love you.