she inhaled his toxic words, and let them travel down to her lungs, which caused them to , poison her heart, but within that poisoned heart, birthed beautiful art, which lead to a new start .
i don't think i like you. nor do i think i'm in love with you. it's something much more than this thing people would portray as a crush. you are so much more. i can't even find the words to explain it. and that, my love, scares me very much.
i like him a lot, to the point where it's beginning to worry me. ah.
"Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth" - B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down*
We sat across the table as we feasted on misguided notions. Our integrity tenderised, thoughts manipulated, traded with unconditional compassion.
Twisted ideals, served upon the finest china. Delectable treats, laced with shards of such distorted agenda.
Multi-faceted truths, all lobbied for self-centred gains. We're the ones who'd worry and cower under tattered brollies... To anticipate for when it would rain.
Between us still sat the table. We'd still be served age-old (t)ale while the room stank of rancid broth. But I have lost my appetite the moment we were fed lies... Offered on the most extravagant tablecloth.