hands on my waist, lips hot to taste, the concrete unraveled. moments of lust for your love, locked hearts, locked eyes, locked hands and we traveled. months after the chase and i could still hear you say “baby you’re my wonderwall” and it killed my stubborn mind to explain, but “darling, you made me fall”. little tears left to waste, tried so hard to find someone else to take your place. light against your skin, burning deeper than sin, i guess it was too late, 

i guess this is fate.