You say you love me, and I believe you;
I know your lips are false, but maybe your words are true.
I believe you, I believe you.
Do you remember how much I was dreading driving down the 405?
How I told you I needed a coffee to survive the night.
Do you recall how much I was fearing falling in love during the drive?
A romance so real, the soundtrack to our Californian ride.
But love is a funny thing;
It opens, it closes;
It shouts, it sings.
A drug to be taken in small doses.
If I told you in this moment, with the sun stripping us of our problems,
That I loved you, that I had fallen.
What would you say?
Would you smile?
As I pull over on the freeway;
You say this drive was worthwhile.
You said you love me, and I believe you;
I know your lips are false, but maybe your words are true.
"He bought me a pearl necklace from an outlet store in Irvine;
For a moment I felt regal, I felt royal, I was divine.
My insincere smile was meant for his eyes only;
A precursor to actions so romantically unholy.
I haven't eaten in three days,
I know he'll love me because I've sacrificed everything for him;
I've trapped myself in these treacherous ways,
I chose to fall in love with a weapon.
If I told you in this moment, with Paramore warning us on the radio;
That I loved you, that I was yours to know.
What would you say?
Would you smile?
As you pull over on the freeway;
You say this drive was worthwhile.
You said you love me, and I believe you;
I know your lips are false, but maybe your words are true"
He's pulling away from me;
I can feel it.
She means everything and nothing to me,
I can feel it.
Like the sun refusing to set;
I know I'll have to watch this story end.
But I can't bring myself to break her now;
I just need to figure out how.
We said we loved one another,
We said we were there for each other.
Why did you break my heart?
Why did you tear me apart?
You said you loved me, and I believed you;
I know your lips are false, but maybe your words are true.
I believed you, I believed you.
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Roots Before Branches
Poetry"I found solace in open love, And for that I know I am enough". Written across Europe, this poetry collection is all about self-love, self-acceptance, change, fear and creativity. 💕🌱 Now available on paperback. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CVT1GB...
