Broken Bloom

He’s tracing the line on my open palm,

a quiet harbor, predictable and calm.

But my eyes flicker to the edge of the room,

where another shadow cuts right through the gloom.

You didn’t ask to be a second choice,

so i bite my tongue and match his steady voice.

But god help me when the lights go dim

i'm saying “i love you”

but picturing him. (ohhh)

He pulls me closer and he holds my waist,

but his sweet devotion has a bitter taste.

I’m checking the clock i’m watching the door,

wishing your footsteps were crossing the floor.

It’s a perfect romance

on a beautiful night,

Except for the fact

it doesn’t feel right.

His thumb brushes softly over my cheek,

he thinks that i’m quiet,

he thinks that im meek.

But my skin remembers the heat of your glance.

Turning this romance to pure circumstance,

he talks about futures

and buying a home,

while im textin’ your number

whenever alone.

I’m weaving a web out

of whispers and smoke,

Laughing at his jokes

while choking on yours.

He catches my eye

and gives me a smile,

safe in the thought that

I'm his for a while.

But the warmth of his hand is

a freezing degree

compared to the chaos

you’re bringing to me.

Yeah, he's got the keys but you own the ignition,

but I'm losing my mind

in this split decision.