[...you only deal out promises and dreams...]
The lack of sleep has bruised your eyes, the only sign of how much you fight and wrestle in the night with the demons no one else can see. That's too much shit to be in a body that's been in constant restless motion for 30 hours straight, and later when you're falling asleep in my arms the shadows move. You cling to me and don't know what you want or need, except that you want and need to not be left alone.
Your cigarette burned through three layers of nail polish, and now that you've absently picked it all off in class I can see the white spot where the cherry could have burned through to your skin. You don't want to hurt yourself and you want to, and maybe I kind of understand. Still I find myself wondering what you do when you're smoking all alone outside at 4:30 in the morning; when we make love your skin is flawless like you'd like to be, smooth and unmarked like I once thought you were before the first time you cried in my arms.
I wonder if you only deal out promises and dreams because you don't know any other way to live.
Your cigarette burned through three layers of nail polish, and now that you've absently picked it all off in class I can see the white spot where the cherry could have burned through to your skin. You don't want to hurt yourself and you want to, and maybe I kind of understand. Still I find myself wondering what you do when you're smoking all alone outside at 4:30 in the morning; when we make love your skin is flawless like you'd like to be, smooth and unmarked like I once thought you were before the first time you cried in my arms.
I wonder if you only deal out promises and dreams because you don't know any other way to live.