Love to me has never felt real. Rather a lie that...
Until you...

My eyes flutter close and I dream of nothing.
I see only the emptiness that lies behind my eyes...

I dream of you in silver and gold, crystals...
Your skin against the stark white sheets and waves...

Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...

They say we all dance with demons when night
falls and the lines between our worlds thin...

We are broken in different ways
But the hurt feels similar, not quite the same...

Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...

They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...

I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard...

You pluck what you want from me like the petals of...
Yet I do nothing to fight back, wishing to give...

How do I unravel you from my mind?
It’s like you’ve made a permanent nest...

She’s gonna take credit for what I’ve done
She’s gonna say she raised a good kid but I feel...