They started as smart remarks, which ever so quickly sparked into something more, outbursts he'd have no reasoning for.
They were like ocean waves, calm and crashing, until they became a riptide I couldn't seem to pull myself from, and no matter how much water filled my lungs, I always mistook it for air.
You see, he had me fooled, he told me he dreamt of me in colors that didn't exist, and I was stupid enough to believe this.
He tried to give me his version of the world, but I already have own, I guess I should of known he'd take it over.
When my friends asked me why I stayed, I told them.. I didn't know. I couldn't answer, I felt a lump in my throat, and when I opened my mouth, nothing but cobwebs seemed to find their way out. Sometimes I'd wondered if I'd ever get over this never ending chapter in my life.
Now, I tell them, I was just so captivated by the roses, I never paid attention to the thorns. I was so infatuated by the house, I didn't second guess the locked doors.
I tell them I couldn't help but fall in love with his warning signs.
I spun cacoons into my opal mind, only to find reasons why it was my fault. I realize now, it wasn't.
I never pictured him as THAT guy.. the one who makes you fear the walk home,
The reason you fake a phone call,
The reason you're uncomfortable in a shopping mall,
The reason you never leave your drink unaccounted for at parties,
You know... THAT GUY.
But then again, here we are.
Here we... were.