so she lies. spins the truth, spins it faster than her head. collapses to the floor, and wishes she was dead. So she hides. feels the tears as the makeup stains her face. i will no longer be your hiding place.
The worst mistake you can make is to take nothing form the past You break your vows to contemplate the feelings that won’t last The mind will break into your soul and rip out your desire Your body punches through your heart and sparks another fire
There was a knife by the window. There was a pair of shaking hands. There was a letter he could barely read. There was a silence in the room. There was a coffee scented candle. There was a broken music box. There was a photo of a stranger. There was the death of a poet.