i dressed up
my empty shell, so
she looked beautiful
[at least on the outside]
and then i practiced
my smile... i am alive on
the outside,
and dead on the inside.
a clockwork girl, i only operate
to pretend-breathe
to pretend-smile
to pretend-live
then you came and
something
sparked.
rusty gears started to
spin again, and i crave
your company;

you make me alive again.