i waited until i couldn't anymore
i cried until it stained my bed sheet
i purge until there's nothing to throw up
i cut until the wound stopped hurting
i smile until im alone in my room
the thing is
we all have limits
but what are limits
when the cycle keeps
going on and on?
one day this acts will shed
to show the real skin behind all these coverings
one day you wouldn't recognize me
because im too dull to undertsand

i'd like to make you blush
and purr
and scream
make you nervous around me
along with obvious butterflies
i want you to stutter
so i can kiss you
to tell you its okay

i noticed every piece of your
every artwork detail
like the outlines of the moon
that can be barely seen
like the wilting flower
needing a drop of love
like my rough fingers
never had yours
to entangle with