ello, jello

Because the thing is

it’s not that I am unable to love

Oh I can love alright

I love to let the things I love consume me

Eat me from the inside out

But the last time I let someone hold that flame

She kept going after I said stop

And when she left

What was left was barely me

So when I see pretty blond butches with lip piercings

These girls that love to make me cry

I’m reminded that it’s not that I don’t feel

(Oh I feel it all)

It’s that I’m petrified of what I’ll become after they leave me for some other guy