Sinful Lips

He was right, how was I so blind not to see it?
The one who helped me through it wasn't you,
it was him.

It's always been him.

Through the fire and flames
he pulled me body through, the very flames you created,
my own personal hell
is where you left me,

my own fallen angel who saved me.

All along I spoke those words
hoping you'd echo them back to me,

but how could lips
so ridden with sin
know the meaning of such beauty?

And while you burn in the self hate and loath
you've created for yourself
I watch a top the hill
you tried to push me off,

I stand here with him,
for we are nevermore,
then again how could we be,

if there never was?