She

She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on

She promised me new horizons

A shoulder to cry on

Goodbyes to my disguise and

I fell in love with her, kind of.

She was this beacon of hope to all who looked to her

And those who looked through her

Were poorer, than those who knew her

But she always grew on you.

She was a backstabbing bitch and was two faced

And she came unlaced, when she was faced

With the only person who'd broken down those barriers

With such haste she didn't have time to put new ones in their place

And lay waste to those who could see through her grace

She had an army of admirers, always standing by

On the off-chance she should call the battle cry

Because her smile was a bribe, so rare; so shy

You'd be lucky to see one erupt in a lifetime.

She held a mask up to her broken ribs and face

I traced the fractures myself, I wept on the breaks

She let me do it, cause she takes whatever she wants to take

And although she is fake,

You are hopeless to resist her when she's calling your name.

She lures you in with the thought you can save her,

But you're just her new favourite flavour,

And she'll keep you while she savours your taste

Then she'll lay you to waste with all the rest of her saviours.

She has a smile that can light up the heavens

And though she tears yours in two you'll forever

Remember the way she told you, you two were forever

But you were never, she was done with you before you could count to seven

And while you were pretty at first, she's like a child collecting feathers

Ripping out strand by strand, until your name's too hard to remember.

But she's in the photo I keep in my dreams

Where the tears rolled down her face, cause I broke through

And it seemed like it was going so well; but “so long”s what she screamed

And I retreated to dreams where I played her that song

And through sobbing she beamed

And told me I'd won her heart, like I'd ever thought it was a trophy

But it shattered so broken, like her ribs on the stairs

And I don't know how many know about it

But I feel like the only one who cares

For I think of her daily, and even though every thought of her pains me

I can't stop for the life of me, because forgetting would be crazy

The hurtful things she said hazy in a memory so usually focused.

She told me I'd won her heart, like some useless tacky trophy

She was never a trophy, trophies don't fade so swiftly

And when she kissed me, I felt like she would miss me

When I was gone, but I was wrong, and instead she dissed me

Tossed me away like the song I had sung her, as if somehow it stung her.

She is a mystery, like the shadows, while whispering

“Do you miss me?” “I want you to miss me.”

But my heart remains blistering, festering disease

And it's easy for her, because she knows how to forget you

I don't know if she cares when she knows she's upset you

But don't let it get to you, she obviously wasn't meant for you.

Go on, tell me. Inform me. It's nothing new.

But she was the one I clung to so tight

When I woke up in the night

To hear her screaming, and screaming,

And screaming, and screaming with fright

And the nightmares and dreams couldn't do right

No one, I swear, would hold her so tight – no one but I

And she has that smile that sets the sun in the blue

She's smiling at you, like she will seldom do

And once more you're lured, beaten, and cured

And you can try crawling out, but you won't make it through.

She has that smile, the smile that reminds me of songs

Songs that I wrote in memories long gone.

Songs that I no longer sing, but still hum

When I think no one's listening, when I'm sure I'm alone.