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.