we;re just something pretty to look at but too fragile to touch."
-painted-lips
&after all that i've said has gone into your goddamn head, you reach for me
me thinks i just spent another wasted hour loving nothing but air
air is all i could breathe, nothing more, nothing less
less of me... you think... you think less of me now that you know who i really am
am i making anything clear now? am i just going around in circles?
circle my eye with racoon eyeliners, coating it with blue shadows and white glitters, but still, i'm dead inside
inside me is the wretched heart you tore apart, smashed into pieces and wedged between my ribs... i'm just too tired
tired of living behind my mask. tired of wanting nothing, and everything at the same time
time would help me... yes it will, i know because he promised. yes he did, he promised he will, so i'll wait....
wait and wait until the day i would come out of my cozy hole, renewed... never to be afraid anymore. (original thought)