When your eyes open so wide I know
you are falling away from me but in
those moments the thought of not
having you makes me want you more...

She scrapes and scrapes looking to
forget him. Hurts the most delicate skin
to relieve any pain from within. I found
it odd how she’s not strong enough. I
studied her from far when she first
stared to fall to the deep; and now she
just keeps pushing herself in. I saw her
open that last wound in the satin but
didn’t say a word. She isn’t the sweetest
of creatures and her hair’s a mess from
morning to dawn. She speaks a foreign
language in any and all countries.
There’s just something about her that
isn’t complete. And it’s not that he’s
gone and the day light with him. It’s not
that she’s lost in the storm and all wet
now. She’s just not together. She’s just
not right. I saw her this morning looking
at her reflection in the mirror and
wondering who it was. And when I saw
her, I saw me.