I Liked You Better From a Distance, With Your Clothes Off
Wildfires in my condemned heart
Spread like infections in the shallow dark of my hopelessly desperate bedroom
Lit firecrackers hanging from the corners of my melancholy sheets
Like romantic candlesticks with deceptive intentions
Ready to pull me apart into their flames
She said
She’ll never love me, it always dies at my open door
I’m just a maniac who will never get past the blinds
So I shouldn’t waste my time
Or my breath
Lipstick and blush stains on my eyes
Under my thin skin and all over my heart attack
Bury me beneath my bed
While perfume drugs me and goes to my head
I’ll be just fine with my dreams of her pretty little figure dropping dead
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