singer22498

Crying. It's good, right? Coming in waves, licking at the edges of you eyes, burning and itching to flow freely, as a waterfall, of salt and pain and everything you dreamed gone to waste. The first because of her, my obedience becoming a fatal flaw, as I complied to her every whim. Days and weeks and months and years, how long did I let her torment me? Far too long, with the way she laughed at me, casting me away from the others, yet manipulating with her words, making me believe her every thought. Crying at myself, for being naive. The second because of him, my obsession crowding my every whim, and flowing freely into the vacancy

Tell me, love. What's the meaning behind your smile? Those curves, hiding the white teeth beneath. You're perfect. You know that, right? You're so perfect. Too perfect. And yet, I miss you. In my mind like a never ending cycle; you're here, all the time. Haunting words. I stare off, and see the sunlight glinting onto the window pane. Thinking of you. It kills me, you know that. Right? You're perfect, and I'm not. Yet, when I try to explain it, I'm whining. Complaining about my life; that's what I'm doing. I'm doing it right now, don't get me wrong. I complain. I cry. That's all I know how to do, because you're right. I'm not perfect. You