[Inno]

We had a life I created....

We spoke of growing old together as love birds do
Spewing affection onto all of those choosing to view
Unlike tonight, the warm of our touch was a vibrant sea
The heat from our beating hearts Scorching our sleeves
I fell hard for her ways, tripping along her threads
Tangled in the weaving of her locks until I fought for breaths
She would show me the stars while chasing galaxies
Astronauts lost in each other’s eyes, losing priorities
Netflix and condom rips, spending time like we owned it
We’d patch each other’s rips, Stitched together at the hip
These few days have been bliss, losing my self in her whims
Time is funny, Her body my canvas, I’ve painted every inch
As the brush strokes dry revealing our portrait
The hues from my spectrum never seem to penetrate her surface
So the value of our union is simply worthless
But I’m willing to pay the price because it’s worth it....
Looking past imperfections searching for a purpose
Hoping to find in your flaws something that was perfect
I could of swore I knew who you where but I was left perplexed
I thought us lovers but I found myself alone in the birds nest

I understood who we where but who we are is a mystery
We never added up but I went along with the symmetry
At the time we bounded together getting lost in our energy
Never realizing we only mixed to create temporary chemistry
You see I tried to write this short story into eternity
Hoping that the roots would grow into a fruitful family tree
In the end all I created was blasphemy....
And although I could trace the outline of your anatomy
I could never place my finger around your soul, honestly
It’s the kind of stuff only made from tragedy....

I never knew you exactly, but you where everything
So intern I never knew my self in our dichotomy
Looking back I should Of dipped the paint strokes heavy
I should of drenched you in my colors until you drowned in me
Now I’m left to pick the pieces up from the ground
Shamed and lonesome because you chose a path homeward bound
U leave me here understanding our past but not our future
And as the wounds open up I’m left searching for a suture
Next time I’ll look past what the surface has to offer
Or... say fuck no to tinder dates and not even bother.....