Your silly interpretations of love
Carried me into a disillusioned adventure
That I actually molded and created
You choked me with compliments
Whose fakeness were as real as the nylon bag you chose
You carried me beyond the stars
The stars that hung on my ceiling, not those that hung above
Can my heart be that blinded, shielded by the multiple faces of love?
Do I blame myself into taking this journey with your ghost?
I sat in the bar, surrounded by loud mumbles, the fermented smell of the night before
I took a drag from my cigarette, those long pondering kind of drags
You were not there, but in my thoughts of you being there were unfair
I exhaled, I felt different, my light dimmed,
I was not myself, nor was I lonely, but your stench lingered unwillingly
I diverted my thoughts away from you, but how can you ignore that perfume?
You can’t ignore a cologne, nor can you ignore a memory
Am I lonesome tonight? Not really, I have great company
Yet, you just had to fuck it up, your thoughts had to tarnish
that golden feeling of being liberated…
I thought you were an anchor, you settled me against the anguish waves of turmoil
However, I was mistaken, you pulled me down, into the deepest darkest abyss of the unknown part of you
Have I truly loved you? Sadly yes, my heart was weakened beyond measure
Coating you with the pink attractive cover of a drug
seduced by the color, yet oblivious to the effects that follow
Now comes the question, were you truly in love or were you drugged into feeling so?
Was my naïve heart a playground for you?
Was my dominance a queue for your relief?
Could your reciprocated smile be forced as a reflection of mine?
I doubt, because I felt and you know; at some point; you did too