Welcome back , Lover.
With open arms I accept you back into me.
So weak and vulnerable,
In love with tragedy.
Every little thing you do,
Reminds me of reasons to leave.
My mom tried to tell me that the past,
usually shows what the future will be.
Wondering when the permanent cut off will be.
Touching and writhing,
It occurs to me,
that I’m deeply in love with our tragedy.
So much so, it’s scaring me.
So much so,
You’re scaring me.
Up and down we go.
Just all the old.
Again on this rollercoaster.
Still lonely as hell,
with a soulmate who is most likely an