Romance

And in the night

It was a drunken stutter

Started as a next to nothing conversation

Then he’s tearing me out

Taking me apart at my friend’s house

I was uncomfortable

I was hurt

Still with blue innocence in his eyes

I felt my reasoning was harsh

With every stab wound and exhale

I promised myself that

I would never lose my youthful fears of grown up men

I’m scarred with cruel intentions

I thought of another the whole time

Who would have never stared me like that

See, he saw me as a human

This one thinks I’m a slaughterhouse

He pretends that he’s understanding

And you know in the grand scheme of everything

He’s probably called a nice man

Or an ordinary kind of man

Or a stereotype with strong hands

I’m so sad at how little joy I realised within my time with my ex guy

Before these statues arrives

Romance is dead and done

And it hits between the eyes on this side

The grass is dead and barren

And it hurts between my thighs on this side

I could begin to open up and risk desire

For I move slower and

Quieter than most

I grew up too quick and I still forgive too slow

Oh I wish there was another way

Romance is dead and done

And it hits between the eyes on this side

The grass is dead and barren

And it hurts between my thighs on this side

See me here

Meet me here

I don’t care

If it’s not repeated

I want to know who you are

For every second we outrun the moon and dread the sun come up

I want to know who you are

So I don’t have to check my stuffs still here when you’re gone

I want to know who you are

I want to know who you were

Romance is dead and done

And it hits between the eyes on this side

The grass is dead and barren

And it hurts between my thighs on this side

This side

This side