White Lace.

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.