How can that be love? That’s what hurts most of all.
A bit of mascara and eyeliner. I can mask the swollen eyes with the trendy smoky look. Who would ever know? Everyone tells me I’m beautiful. If they knew I was broken inside.
Proceeding to be heartless, promises are just not meant to be spoken from your lips. Singing me songs in the wind, your voice melts my soul. Your heart beats in my ears, explodes through your chest with every rise, and fall of your breath.
I cried, until I fell asleep. I must have, I don’t recall, since I only remember waking up.