You changed me, you brought out the shy girl
and twirled her in the middle of the dance floor, and now all I do is stare from the sidelines. You changed the way I used to look at myself, now all I do is glare.
Boys with tattoos, a cigarette in their hands,
their signature smirk and eyes that made girls fantasize at least they came with a warning attached to themselves. Dangerous and bold,
You were nothing like them; you had a warm smile,
Boys like that aren't supposed to break your heart, but you; you broke every stereotype and the rules set.
You were the golden boy, you were so perfect,
it felt like a beautiful illusion, one that you made believable enough for me to get in your trap and stay like a butterfly in its verge of developing
I could never fly no matter how hard I tried for my wings
were in your grip and you arlo had a smile on your lips.
You were my one true love, I didn't really believe I could live without you and look where we stand now. You six feet beneath the ground and I, weeping on your tombstone.
You were a cunning bastard, Arlo Washington,
you never let me in. You took away my pain and hardships; though you never told me yours. Your death was a betrayal to me; you broke our bond,
our promises of living forever together and on and on.
You slipped those pills, played one of your favorite songs, left a letter for everyone, but words don't fill the void you left, they never will.