TheBadPoet

Past Disasters

Wedding rings for summer flings and all the other stupid things I said to get you into bed,

I tried to send you a letter but you never gave me your address, maybe it’s because you were too busy getting undressed with someone else,

I keep my jealousy close because im the only one you own,

I am the best out of them all,

The compass around my neck telling me where to go and who not to know,

Old soul in the corpse of a teenage black hole.

 

I told you it was a bad idea but you didn’t listen and now we’re in this fuhking mess,

At least I have the decency to lie,

All the pain you put me through but yet I still manage to love you,

You truly are a man of mystery,

And I truly am a man of misery,

We’re all just pawns in an old chess game that’s been buried with the player.

 

I’m a flame, a fire burning through forests. You’re oxygen, fuelling me through what must be done.