it all felt like a vivid dream, each time i looked at you and saw you looking in my eyes hoping we could freeze time
it felt like a vivid dream, when you first got me flowers, and when i wrote our letters on a random tree in a street we might never pass by again
it felt like a vivid dream, and i let myself fall deeper in it,
it felt like flying, or like touching the sky
it felt like the sun was tickling my skin, and i was closer to god than i’ve ever been
he gave me you, how can i not be so close to him now that i have you?
i promised to be better, and do better
but each time between the bars i found you stabbing my heart
i got drunk on my tears, and i blamed the world for breaking you
but i never bled on you when you cut me so deep in the heart that i couldn’t wake up for days
maybe it was my size? maybe i should eat less
thats what i thought the first time i saw you looking at her,
perhaps its the way i talk, perhaps i should be a bit more feminine
an excuse after another, til i found you calling me insane
and being insane was so much easier than believing you had it in your heart to betray the only person that chose to stay
being insane was so much easier than knowing you had broken my heart to pieces
and you didnt even flinch when you saw my blood dripping,
you blamed me for staining your couch, but where can i go now that im left in the dark?
bleeding, unable to wake up from what i once thought a vivid dream,
the pain is too real, too real to just be in a dream
i keep biting my lip, hoping that it would take me back to reality
but i drank your delusions until i completely lost sense of time, life and what reality feels like
i painted a you that never existed, and you werent right when you once said bleed art or die trying
i was your art, but i bleed until i died
you drew ways to hurts me, when i was erasing your mistakes thinking this way you’d want to stay.
it was never a dream, it had always been a nightmare
but i was too blind to notice that the pain was the only real thing you gave.
the scars are too enormous to heal
i’ll die bleeding your art.
Bittersweet love 