I love the cover you put over yourself,

Dreaming of being a tragic soul,

Lost within the world's trance,

You wish you held an aura of mystique.

I love the way you shroud yourself,

With transparent black veils,

And feelings light as dust,

Wanting to want to escape the world,

But secretly I know you love to take pity from us.

I love the way you hope for love,

And search in every nook to find it.

I laugh at the way you swoon over nothing,

Watching an infatuation turn to love turn to memory.

I scowl at you, groveling for attention,

Knowing that I'm too silent to cry too,

Waiting amusedly for your next outbreak.  

I see right through your shallow pools.