I believed in the way you said my name,
I believed the way your hands grazed;
The heart of it has never brought this much pain.
This way,
Is the way I walk.
Your pain,
Is in the way of how I talk.
My love,
Is never this innocent or pure.
I don’t want another mistake to cure,
My life had been filled.
The eyes,
See only what they need;
Never to be without.
So lonely,
I know this is me the way I am to be.
Pinned up,
Tucked in,
My love is your sin.
Confused,
By the way we talk
And the way we touch.
I don’t need another reason
To hate who I’ve been.
Loathing this,
Dream that never dies,
My skins are as thick as trees.
Stop,
Stand still,
Feel this crumble to the ashes it once was.
Love is a synonym to pain,
Because love is the game.
And this game,
Is the one,
We all learn to play.