I never wanted the light to blind me,
nor you to be there.
I never wanted you to keep me.
Still here we are,
not keeping the strings straight.


You tore me open
but I was never yours to keep.
Slowdancing in the dark
boy you were confusing.
Words and kisses oh so sweet,
still it’s not you I seek.

I was never good at hiding my emotions,
ready to jump at the first sign of devotion.
Still my heart aways ended up bruised,
and my skin feeling worn and used.
Maybe this time,
you could be mine?
And not end up torn
by a slight of hand.