Harsh Lights

About finding love through mutual heartbreak, but also exploring how mutual distrust and cynicism can break something before it's made

She’s stepping out of the tunnel

But the light is harsher than the dark

She’s tired of being a marionette

Strings pulling her this way and another

Pulling at a weakened heart

 

She feels she deserves everything

But nothing at all

Sorrow etched across her face

And she endures with fragile grace

 

She says “I don’t deserve you”

I’m the best and worst part of her

She loves me, but I’m the last thing she needs

 

She keeps the butterflies like armour around her heart

 

She dances under the glare of stars

Our creaking hearts will embrace the dark

She’s with me now, and its love

Our common fragility brings us closer

But it’ll be what tears us apart

 

She has an uneasy truce with her mind

Almost broken now

Sorrow etched across her face

Completing her fall from grace

 

She says “I don’t deserve you”

I’m the best and worst part of her

She loves me, but I’m the last thing she needs

 

She keeps the butterflies like armour around her heart