The champagne
kisses on my window,
The roses in the glass,
A fragile breath and I know,
You weren’t in my house.
The feathers
beneath my head,
Whisper it’s all a dream,
The words you left unsaid,
Are my favourite bedtime story.
And where is my hero when I’m so alone…?
I feel
like bleeding, I wanna die
every night. It’s like
constant grieving,
And there’s no shining
light. I
feel like leaving, But
wanna stay by
your side.
I’m struggling to breathe here…
I need your hand around mine.
His fingers
burn my neck again,
His lips bruise my cheek,
His tongue cuts across my skin,
And my heart’s getting weak.
He checks
the locks at nightfall,
Ensures my window’s shut,
Wipes the glass after a small pause,
Peers outside and takes a look…
Like there’s something that I’m not saying…
His hands press down
on my hips And my soul’s wishing
they were your lips,
Every time he touches me
I close my eyes – it’s you I see And
when I lie awake
at night I’m burning like a candle
in the wind
and in his breath
I am the heart beneath his chest -
I’m suffocating
on the chances,
no one’s
Taking…all my
answers
are mistaken for my smiles
and they are breaking
every mile And
every mile
that I’ll run.
From this curse that they call love,
I’m only dreaming of the one,
and you’re all I’m dreaming of.
