slow burn
You say that we are made from the prettiest things you break, Torn butterfly wings, and all the drugs you take. I fell for your cryptic poetry and all those kisses on my neck, And it's those little cuts that hurt the most when you leave me in this wreck.

I'm the wreck of the week and the worst of the best, One day I hope you choke on all your dirty little secrets. You called me your fire and your flame on the side, I was your back door secret, you tried so hard to hide. You said the smoke we inhale is thick and you cut your losses quick.

I was your angel for a second and your whore for a day. I was a slow burn in your arms that chased that chased the pain away. She hoped that you would hold her, and kiss her under the moon. And she would love you in September, but forget your name come June. So sever these ties and break my heart, use me as your burn and drive to make all those ideas start.

What will you do when this halo fades away? Will you still hear me when I have nothing left to say? Will you hate me when these flames burn down, and will you still know me when you say you can no longer figure me out?

You are ugly and you are gorgeous and stupid and shy, you sing about blue green seas and red orange skies. You let the matches burn and reopen those scars, but you don't know that those flames quelled the minute you drove off in your car.

I cannot be your slow burn or fickle dancing flame, this is not one of your stupid love songs where everything stays the same. This fire is no longer captivating and it no longer shines, I am shadows on the wall that you will never ever find.

And there's all these things that she wished she did not know, they came upon her so quickly and they came upon her slow. Her flame is just a flicker, and now her heart doesn't beat much quicker. Now you cannot find her because the air is so much thicker.

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