That girl, she's so alone.
Sipping at long black, trying not to make it too obvious that it burns too bitter. Like she thinks it will make stone hearted boys fall more in
love with the porcelain shading flaws.
Seeking love in strong hands; she can't stop hers from shaking
That girl, she's so empty, warming her lungs with mugs of scorching tea.
Like she can feel the calm seep into her bones and the green webs that lay almost entirely visible just beneath her skin.
Hushing bruises.
Like pretend alcohol, haze thick enough to fog up her glass
eyes; glaze over. She won't have to feel, not for the night..
Like she does what she does in hopes of filling the space in her.. Like she wants the things of the world to love her, one-way street.