I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
Your voice had a chill that goose bumped my strength
In that very moment I succumbed to my weakness
She was mysterious and invisible but she was there
I thought existing would get me noticed
But it turns out I was never really existing
I’d just created this realm of what was acceptable
To make myself look like I was comfortable
Despite wanting to lock myself away so you could really find me
But she found you before I could—rather—before I could make the right
It makes me wonder, would I have made the right move?
Do I strive to cover up my fear of being pushed away?
Why do I need you to be okay with me
Why do I need to be okay
And why do I only feel alone when I’m shoving away my emotions
You probably know why
But she’ll get to you first