With your coffee and 90s tunes; you're so breakable.
So soon.
Your dreams and the salty sweet taste you bring,
Your running to no where for no point,
But where's the hurt in hope?
You're changing far too much to be accepted,
But it's the only way you feel comfortable.
The spectral skin and mad eyes;
The look on your face that lies
"I never cry".
That upward turn of the corners of your lips.
Like a smile is trying to break free
But it's just the thought of a crazy memory
Being blocked by a stone cold exterior.
Just wanted to be part of me.
Blaring beats slicing drums, you struggle through the day.
Struggle to stay awake.
You only like the haze cause you don't have to see the truth that way.
