I'm doused in pink
And people think
That I'm weak
If my palette was bleak
Would you think me strong?
You'd think wrong
I'm made of steel
And quick to heal
I may be covered in bows
But heaven knows
This princess is tough
My edges might not be rough
I may look like a fragile flower
But I hold so much power
My femininity doesn't make me
Some weak little daisy
Beautiful yet tough, like diamonds & pearls
Just like the girls with ribbons and curls

I'm done with you
Completely through
Calling me when you feel alone
But I'm too busy to answer the phone
It's final, your turn is up
You blew it, buttercup
Don't come crying to me
My love's not free
Sorry babe, you shot your chance
No time for one last dance
I'm walking out the door
Love doesn't live here anymore

Love is a two way street
And I won't walk down it
If you're not in the middle to meet
I won't put in all the effort anymore
I won't feel any remorse
When I look in your eyes & slam the door
So go ahead & take two hours to reply
I won't bother responding at all
Nor will I be around to watch you cry
You'll wake up every morning with a cup of regret
And I'll walk happily along my way
And you, I'll so easily forget

Many times I think that I'd like my life better without you in it, but
I* just can't shake the feeling that I'll miss you when you're gone, and even
Still I'm much too terrified that you won't miss me back.
So I'm not sure how to fix this situation I'm stuck in.

I fiddle with my phone, aggressively clicking shuffle - trying to find that perfect "f*ck you" song. I say I'm not bitter, and that I'm not hurt, but my breathing is ragged and my chest heaves but you're only paying attention to the stone cold expression on my face - so you don't notice the signs. I'll do all I can so that you never know how much damage that one small thing caused me. How one tiny shard of the glass that slipped from your tongue shredded me to pieces. I'll keep you in the dark and tell you I'm fine with more bite in my voice than intended. And I'll pray you didn't notice that my wall cracked for a second. And that you didn't see the broken girl hiding behind it.

The second I feel that you could possibly hurt me, I will run.
I will run and I won't look back.
I don't know if it's a bad habit.
Or if I'm just protecting myself.
But I will ******* run.
Don't make me run.

Your kindness befuddled me.
My coldness melted by your warmth.
You barely know me.
Yet you seem to care.