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Even with my bloodshot eyes and mascara running clear down my face, you still tell me I'm the most beautiful girl.
We haven't said a word in ten minutes.
I want to work this out.
Your heart beat's steady.
Yes, I've been paying attention. It's the only thing that keeps me from crying again.
That last outburst left me exhausted.
I wont let it happen again.
You tell me you're sorry, and that you never meant to make me cry.
I gasp to tell you it's OK. Choking in my tears.
With every word, I sob.
It's so hard to have you still here in my arms.
But it will be even harder when you leave.
My heart stopped for you.
My heart still beats for you.
Why do you have to ruin it?
I can't hear what you're saying now. My breathing is much too loud.
I can't see your facial expression, for, you see, I can't look past these tears.
I don't want to be your friend.
I don't think I ever was meant to be just that.
I can't muster the energy to tell you I love.
Just as well.
It would be no good.
I bet I don't even look like myself.
My makeup is smeared across my face from failed attempts to wipe it off.
Red, and blotchy, and swollen from emotion, my face is so different.
Let go of my hand.
Don't kiss me.
Don't wipe the tears from my face.
I'll let them hit the floor.
I wouldn't want to get it all over you brand new shirt.
No, don't hug me.
You'll get my makeup on your jacket. The one you bought last month at that little store outside of town.
Please don't say you're sorry, because every time I say I love you, now, will just make me want to cry.
I can't imagine what things will be like without you here in my arms,
So for a little while longer, wont you lay next to me?
Of course I'll forgive you.
Of course I'll forget this.
Now lay back down.
I need you by my side.
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