You or me.

Me or you.

We keep blending the lines between what’s false and what’s true.

I’ll take the blame,

If that’s what I have to do,

I’ll smear blood on my hands,

I’ll hold the gun if you asked me to.

You’ll pull the trigger,

And I’ll sit in silence,

I’ll hold my peace,

And turn to violence.

I’ll surrender at their gunshots,

While you sneak out the back door,

I’ll admit to their claims,

Whilst they pin me to the floor.

I’ll be the criminal,

If it means I get your love,

Ignite me while you can,

I’ll pretend that it’s enough.

You’ll give me your love,

If it means you get away.

Yes, I’ll be the criminal and you’ll be the liar,

You’ll light the match and I’ll burn in the fire.

-Elouise b :)