We have so much in common; more than just a solar sign,
And this assumption made me think this love was yours' and mine,
It's not as if you had to say it; you know I see between each line,
And every minute of this heartbreak surmounts the tension in my spine,
A child swept up in your eyes; each dream in greens and blues,
Willing to ignore the world and just sink into those hues,
My love was ever-growing; and still each day it accrues,
Devotion was to bleed for you and to take each scar and bruise,
I will not say you're evil; merely wounded by what's real,
And it was wicked of me to reteach you how to feel,
But don't try to claim ignorance; you knew as much about the deal,
For every night spent in my bed, a barrier I get to peel,
Consigned to ever-drowning; we spun straight down into hell,
How conscious were we of this fact even I will never tell,
You need to take ownership of it; not to blame that you're unwell,
Because men hold fast to lovers when they hear the dirge's knell,
I'm sorry that I asked for help; that I maybe hurt your pride,
Forgive me for my wicked nature that sought to light you from inside,
I apologize for your loss of comfort; that I mentioned suicide,
And most of all that now you know how much your soul has died.
And this assumption made me think this love was yours' and mine,
It's not as if you had to say it; you know I see between each line,
And every minute of this heartbreak surmounts the tension in my spine,
A child swept up in your eyes; each dream in greens and blues,
Willing to ignore the world and just sink into those hues,
My love was ever-growing; and still each day it accrues,
Devotion was to bleed for you and to take each scar and bruise,
I will not say you're evil; merely wounded by what's real,
And it was wicked of me to reteach you how to feel,
But don't try to claim ignorance; you knew as much about the deal,
For every night spent in my bed, a barrier I get to peel,
Consigned to ever-drowning; we spun straight down into hell,
How conscious were we of this fact even I will never tell,
You need to take ownership of it; not to blame that you're unwell,
Because men hold fast to lovers when they hear the dirge's knell,
I'm sorry that I asked for help; that I maybe hurt your pride,
Forgive me for my wicked nature that sought to light you from inside,
I apologize for your loss of comfort; that I mentioned suicide,
And most of all that now you know how much your soul has died.