my mascara was black
and my blood was red
they collided in a mixture of ecstasy and agony,
sweet and pure yet
they disappeared [with my innocence]
down the drain

"how i long to see you again, darling" echos in my

head like a long forgotten


my hands are shaking
and my eyes are closed
together, it gives me a look of one who fears,
quiet and paranoid
of the things unspoken [i love yous & goodbyes]
but most of all

"you just aren't good enough for me, darling" as you crush

what's left of my heart

and continue.