hearing the sound
of these nails through my skin
losing a game
i tried my best to win
it's hard not to cry
seeing the hatred in your eyes
silently screaming
you wish i would die.

it's too late to apologize
for these sins i didn't commit.
it's so hard to fake
and admit to lies
you think are the truth.
i forgive you
although i know there's
no use.

it hurts
i hate how honesty never works
it's ironic
how pain takes away pain
and how after you left
things have never been the same.

blurring the shadows
and romancing the lines
repeating yourself
trying to climb
trying to remake
the rest of your life
trying not to go blind
like the rest of us have.

sickly beauty
we're all so distorted
confined by the shortage
of something real.
barred by people
that could never feel.
that could never heal me.

like white lace on my skin
like your gentle killing hand
on my cheek.
saying so many things
you didn't have to speak.

inside your heart
is a love i've never seen
how you have something else
to offer
something so pure and clean.
leaning into me
i feel the heart attack
racing down my spine
it all comes back.

love michelle.
xoxo.