I think we started on lies, lies that made our love grow inch by inch - lies that grew with every kiss; every touch was wasted on empty bodies, stacking each of our downfalls on top of each other like building blocks, eventually they fell just like we did -
I think we started on lies, the kind of lies we force ourselves to believe so maybe, just maybe we belong. every glance seemed like a fairytale, a dream come true knowing that someone would listen to the lies that was being told - how could someone that cares so deeply, lie so much?
I think we started on lies. They stained my hands but for some reason, I don’t hold it against you. Poor broken man, you can’t see yourself the way others do.
We started on lies that scarred my skin and I’ll forever stare at them. Loving you was my downfall but every second was more beautiful than the last