Do not tell me that I am beautiful
Do not even tell me I am pretty
Because your words will ensnare my heart
and burn like ******
because how can you tell me those lies
those
lies
they hurt almost more than the arsenic I feel when you don't breathe a word
and maybe if you say those words enough
I will loose myself in your smile
and believe you
but then they will only stick like honey
and blister my core
then the moment you leave
I'll be worse off than before
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
Do not tell me that I am beautiful
Do not even tell me I am pretty
Because your words will ensnare my heart
and burn like ******
because how can you tell me those lies
those
lies
they hurt almost more than the arsenic I feel when you don't breathe a word
and maybe if you say those words enough
I will loose myself in your smile
and believe you
but then they will only stick like honey
and blister my core
then the moment you leave
I'll be worse off than before
