I Wrote This About You

I dare you to try
And look me in the eye
And tell me that I don’t deserve you.
And we both know it’s a lie
That you wouldn’t shed a tear if I die,
Just like the ones I’m crying now. Does it hurt you?
To see me this way?
Does it unnerve you
To know that you’re responsible for making me this way?
And does the fact that I love you regardless of what you’ve done
Make me strong for not caring, or does it mean that you’ve won?

Kisses void of passion,
Conversations lacking words,
Moments robbed of meaning,
Feelings caged like a bird.
We’re hiding behind “I told you so”’s
And breeding jealousy with our lips,
But you’ll never know that I wrote this about you,
Because I keep secrets as well as you thrust your hips.

This heart – it is not yours,
And we both know that’s a lie
That I’m wearing like a banner across my chest
To accessorize this heart’s latest woes,
And stuffed into my mouth to muffle my cry
(If love is just a game, I fear we’ve both failed the test).

And I hate to admit this, but I know it’s true –
I am nothing without you.
I am nothing but pieces of you,
Rearranged and made into something new,
Something new that forms a tragedy,
A tragedy otherwise known as me.

Kisses void of passion,
Conversations lacking words,
Moments robbed of meaning,
Feelings caged like a bird.
We’re hiding behind “I told you so”’s
And breeding jealousy with our lips,
But you’ll never know that I wrote this about you,
Because I keep secrets as well as you thrust your hips.

Upon saying our goodbyes,
You failed to mention that you love me,
Forgot to kiss me between the eyes
And tell me that I look lovely.
We fell into our routine silence,
But there was nothing comfortable about it.
You create in my chest such a passionate violence,
But you make no claim to feel the same
(and if you did, I’d probably just doubt it).

Kisses void of passion,
Conversations lacking words,
Moments robbed of meaning,
Feelings caged like a bird.
We’re hiding behind “I told you so”’s
And breeding jealousy with our lips,
But you’ll never know that I wrote this about you,
Because I keep secrets as well as you thrust your hips.

Kisses void of passion,
Conversations lacking words,
Moments robbed of meaning,
Feelings caged like a bird.
We’re hiding behind “I told you so”’s
And breeding jealousy with our lips,
But you’ll never know that I wrote this about you,
Because..

(P.S. – I wrote this about you.)