I came across a broken mirror and cut myself trying to fix his shards, breaking myself to fill is gaps, to make him beautiful
But he is so afraid to be loved, that he has neglected all emotion. I love a boy dry as a river during a drought, empty somehow, even with two hearts trapped in his ribcage
The one who lies like he smiles and his words... I sip them like poison, allowing his freshly buried secrets clog my throat, trying to use my tears to make mud, so it will go down without a fight.
The pain begins to feel like a fond memory of the past that I can’t move on from because it’s the only thing I remember. I am scared to look in your eyes, terrified I will no longer see the stars. I am terrified that your laugh will no longer be my melody, but nails on the chalkboard
I am scared to forgive you because what will I become if the lies come back up, crawling up my throat, staring back at me. What if you hurt me again... what will I become