she will tell you that
rejection tastes of
saltwater and stale smoke
it looks like mascara rivers
running towards her throat
it sounds just like deafening silence
of a phone that doesn't ring
it feels just like a stab wound,
a never ending sting.
She's used to the emotions
used to all the lies.
She's used to all the fake smile a
from even faker guys.
rejection gets not easier
as time progresses on,
but boils up from within her
until she's not alone.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
she will tell you that
rejection tastes of
saltwater and stale smoke
it looks like mascara rivers
running towards her throat
it sounds just like deafening silence
of a phone that doesn't ring
it feels just like a stab wound,
a never ending sting.
She's used to the emotions
used to all the lies.
She's used to all the fake smile a
from even faker guys.
rejection gets not easier
as time progresses on,
but boils up from within her
until she's not alone.
