this is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
my heart is constantly on egg shells. it dangles like a loose tooth in a cave so dark it can't decide wether to leave or to stay. my heart is too scared of love and my eyes are too blind to see it. and my skin's too thick to feel it. so i hang between fairytale dreams and bleeding broken hearts. i'm too scared to make a move, one way or another.
and my heart keeps sending impulses to my fucking brain but it's like dialing a disconnected number because i know better than to think about things like that.
everyday i wake up to a plexi-glass heart and knees that shake with fear. and i never do a thing about it, since i can deal with my wobbly knees and sick stomach. and well, my heart is protected, so it will never get hurt, right? but its turned jet black.
i always convince myself of things, like how he feels or how i feel, when really i dont know how anyone really feels. and shit gets old, excuses get tired.
i'm too scared. too weak. too proud. too nervous.
im living life like it's only a rehersal for the real thing. it feels like im dancing behind the curtain to songs that will never mean anything to anyone except me.