By: Erika Hulett
Oh little love, playing at being grown!... is it lonely at home, when you wake alone?
Your pretend to care, with those burning eyes... If only I could burn with them, to stop the pain that brings me your name.
Oh little boy, making me small to feel all grown, Is it cold in hell in your empty bed?
Not all love has to hurt, it’s not a dare for you to create!
Oh little boy, walking in dark, pretending to thrive... When was the last time you didn’t hide? When was the last time that you felt enough, when was the last time that your body knew was home?
Oh little boy, ruled by pride... isolating of fear of everything that shines. Pretending to feel, while hating me for been. Afraid of a love that can love it all, frightened to know that you were enough all along.
Oh little love, look at the time— Forty is too old to blame sister for crimes.
Oh my little love… ranking me down to feel on top, Dragging me low to pretend you are grown... When did my blood stop been enough? When did my love wasn't all yours?
Oh little boy, making me small to feel tall. Is it cold in hell when your fingers wake dry? Is it the same when our bodies can't pressed? Does it still hurts when my side is cold? is it sad, that no one will make you as warm as I can?
You walk in the dark, pretending you thrive, But when was the last time you felt truly alive? When was the last time that your soul felt completed? When was the last time you didn't needed light to sleep? When was the last time that your heart felt at home? When was the last time that you truly belonged?
Oh little boy, ruled by the pass... Dimmed by your fright of the fire I am, Pretending be buried when left me to die. Pretending to win while lonely you are. Pretending to stand when you are on your knees, pretending to be whole when we will never be.
Oh little love, I am sorry I let your family's envy changed me, it was my mistake to love them like your extension... Are they happy now that you can pay for their time? Are they happy now that you grieve on the dark? Are they full now that they can pretend to save you? Are they whole now that they broke us down? Are they completed now with our stolen parts?
Oh little boy, blocked me because you couldn’t be grown. Did all you promise would not. You broke our souls to pretend to be lone, you broke our bond to excuse being alone, to wait for a mate that never would come.
Oh little boy, finally grown!.... Glad that my back was the step to achieve your lone dream. May the wolf that brought us together, be ashamed that you run. May he not free you again, because you are afraid of being loved. May he keep you on the chains of your pride, slaved to your pass.
Oh my little love...
Let your hollowed-out pride, be the mask that you can’t take down. May the reflection that you stair, be full of the ghost of my love, may you thrive and look back, to regret meant nothing with us by your side.
Oh little love, your punishment will be, to look for my love in everyone's soul, and your downfall the regret of successs without us to share.
Oh little boy, choose to be slaved to your pride. May the whiskey never erase, the pain of breaking the true love we had. May the whiskey never allowed you forget, that you only have it all, when you rest in my arms.
I love you most, and never gave you doubt, I die for you a thousand times, but that was too real for you. Too good to be true, too much for you to understand you always deserved it
I gave you all but you never received it. You were thought you weren't worthy,
but if you take anything from me, don't let it be my love, don't let be my soul, let it be to know that they were all wrong... You were always enough.
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