Break, break, break
Some of us can never keep it together; most of us are falling a p a r t.
she doesn't mind,
(covers herself in shards of gli.t.ter & glass, breaks your heart when she says " Sugar, some things are meant to be broken"
The girls tears apart her stitches, wears pins on the souls of her stilettos, painting her nails with downfalls & delirium.)
she comes wrapped in ribbons and your inadequacies,
she dressed herself in someone else's pain, (It's always easier when its not your own) lost kisses & the secrets pulled from your fingers
Leaving sugar sprinkled across your floor
And kisses on the collar's of one- too -many martinis
(She's sophisticated like that)
She picks up her glass, looks at you & smiles
thinking of her hands through your hair, grazing her fingers on your cheekbones, cut.t.ing her lips on your edges
breaking a p a r t as she tries to breathe
You want to hold her, you try to hold her,
-But she tears in your hands.