The way her face crumples together,
and her eyes turn red,
as if her entire world is falling apart
makes me feel sorry for her.
I reach out to comfort her,
but my hand touches the mirror
and won't pass through.

We were never as beautiful
as i wrote us out to be
The thorn so sharp was from a rose?
No, just a lie made by me

And how you said you loved me
well, that was just untrue
But somehow i heard it
in every moment
that i laid next to you

How our petals
fell with grace
as time drove slowly by
Now we stand here
face to face
Why did you let me die?

you sealed it tight
within your tank
and put it on display
it sank to the floor
forced to entertain
the bystanders that day

you didn't like
how it wouldn't act
or sing or dance with glee
and everyone had come around
as there was "a show to see"

but it refused to comply
with your cruel and selfish ways
and so you locked the tank forever
where I'll live out my days

maybe it's okay that there's places we'll never go.
things we'll never see, people we'll never meet.
everything is more beautiful inside my head anyways.

the ones who write most eloquently
are not a product of fine-tuned education,
rather,
they are the ones
chosen to feel the most
to take every hit
as a blow
and effectively describe
this feeling
to those blind of heart
as the blind don't lack the humanity
nor the soul
simply they have morphine