Don't tell me you love me even if you do.
and perfection never dies.

we're running around

in the dark with blindfolds

over our empty eyesockets,
and i'm scared of the dark.

and of you.

but we're running away

from ourselves

and watching
as the monsters proceed

to kill us all.

and i can't help from crying
when you wrap your arms

around her waist.

.ies.

and I'm crying

in the bathroom again,

writing with smeared eyeliner tears

and dreams of you.

and i hate my pink nail polish,

and even more than that
i hate the way you look at me.

so close and so far away.
tantalize me.

i hate how soft your lips are.