first i missed you
then i kissed you
now i need tissues
cuz we got issues
i wish i could say its good
but look.
i wish i could say it was good but look what we do
we’re a couple of fools
stubborn as mules
using eachother like tools
to build something confused
isnt that rude
thats how choose
to remain entertained
errotically amused
so loose we lose
roll along with the ruse
then return for the burn we never learn that the hurt is eternal once we are consumed
here in the fire of desire we grow tired as we are mired as liars to try harder to do what we cant do
just choose to be happy and sit hear laughing one made from two
first i missed you
then i kissed you
now i need tissues
cuz we got issues
how can i love when i cant even trust you?
i know your out there fucking some dude
never wanted to write poems like this
i dont think this is what real life is
why does a kiss always come with a fist?
first the bliss then the oblivious