‘(don’t) try to save me’

mascara tears run black down my pale face

your cold hands cover my naked, outstretched wrists

my hands are broken

and i don’t understand (myself)

you make me complete(ly miserable)

‘i love you, angel’

you are unbelievably mistaken and misguided

i am a strange, unworthy creature

i pretend i don’t need you

i (have always) pushed you away

and yet, you always come back

‘i… don’t love you’

i’ve always been a(n awful) liar

and (i’m glad) you never believe me

a/n: just something old and rather short, written when I was playing around with styles… I kind-of like it in spite of its flaws.