When I fell in love with you,
I was missing a piece of me;
And I foolishly believed I
needed you to be complete.
So I jumped into the lava
and let the heat of us consume me,
made too many rash decisions and
didn’t know what I was doing;
But the drink was strong and your arms
were solid to my grip,
so I ran my fingers through your hair
and kissed your cigarette lips;
I fell in love with how your eyes
were so full of
I fell apart
when I found out how
you spend your Friday nights.
You told me that you
working on some
quiet little project;
didn’t mention it was blonde
I guess that you forgot that.
And when you realized that I knew and
felt no trace of remorse,
I packed to leave and you didn’t object
out the door.
So now I’m missing parts of me that
I had before I met you;
You took away so much of me, and
it kills me that I let you.