its my fault

i started falling for a guitar player and now
i cant seem to stop draining inspiration from the bitter sweetness of his music

and its sour, like biting into lemon
but ive always had a taste for citrus fruit
and ive never put sugar in my lemonade
so why would you bring sweetness to me
when instead you could sting me with sharp taste of reality
while i still crave more

my thirst cant be satisfied is seems
so why do i not mind?

maybe thats exactly what you're doing to me

even if its not on purpose
playing me like those strings
slick, small movements
harmonizing into my destruction

oh how lovely it would be if everything fell into place
but i always desired my heartbreak
because my poetry has always been best when im broken
so now your talent is making mine flourish

and i am nothing but unsteadly candle flame
threatening to get blown out by the wind

even worse, im burning my rope at both ends

but fire is magnificent
and this warmth might as well be how im gone