-my best friend is copying my life but better
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
you’re a melody
that is ingrained in
my head
but i cant quite remember
how the last part goes
happiness is running away from me. and i am letting it happen.
i remember it well
your hand was on my hip
as you stood
behind me
talking to your friends
and they all stared at me
because we weren’t even
together
but your hand was splayed on my hip
and your head was on my shoulder
and you told me
“you feel like home”
i didn’t think the depth of my pain was visible from the outside until my mother told me she hated my sad eyes. that my eyes were always so joyful and now they appear as small voids to something darker.
i will die trying to prove my critics wrong.