i'm not your monster.
and they color the eyes of your former lovers.
Hers were green like July,
except when she cried they were red.
Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat.
You contract on the day you accept all you see
is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be.
A reflection of something we're missing.
postsecret:
after seven months, i still think about you every day.
i want to know why you did what you did, but i'm sure that we'll never even see eachother again.
xo,
erin.