The story of my broken love with my broken man. Slight trigger warning. |
I've always been quite scared of love, because I've seen how it can end; In fights and tears and hidden pain and bruises beneath the skin. But then I met a broken man, when I was broken too. We fell into a broken love; We were shattered through and through I wanted to be the one to sew him up, and rid his heart of all the dark And I think that's the thing that finished us before we had the chance to start He wanted to hand me rope and pull me up from my pit, But he was at the end of his, and he had nothing left to give He was like a northern wind, and I was the warm air from the south. Our tornado love caused so much damage that we tried to fix with meeting mouths He was my drunk and I was his masochist; He kept a bottled in his hand, while a razor stayed at my wrist I thought that what we had was love, and I thought it would make him stay, But then I realized we were bound so tight because of our shared pain When he finally said "goodbye for good", I wasn't that surprised. Our love was as dead as half the stars shining in the sky It still hurt me to let him go, and I know it hurt him too But whatever love we had, was never really true Now though, I've known hopeless love, and I know how it feels I crave, deep inside my soul, to know a love that's real |