if there's one thing that I learned when I was still a child is to take up hiding...

[bruisedwithlove]

With her occasional heart break in her trembling hands I feel sorry for her lonely bed and the flickering street light outside her open window but with every thing moving in my body I wish I was hanging from the chipping white wood of her house to make sure she didnt cry herself to sleep but inevitability rings louder than the screeching tires of an accident down the street.

I dont like feeling this way.

Treat me better.